Change

Change is a funny thing. Sometimes it's happy. Sometimes it's sad. Sometimes it's both. Always it's inevitable.

I think I am a traditionalist. I like routine, schedule, tradition. I have a hard time accepting change even when it is good. Something in my body just resists it. Maybe I am scared of the unknown. Maybe I am content with the way things are. Maybe I am just sad that the change is taking place because that entails moving on and leaving something or someone behind.

But, I guess that is what life is all about. It is just one change after another. Some of them are big, some of them are small. They all affect us in one way or another. Resisting every change will never work. I have to learn to accept some, and fight only a select few (because some traditions just can't be broken.)