Growing up.

Gowing up is the pits.



Knowing you have no control over what is happening around you and that everything is changing, regardless of how you feel about them, is a really unsettling feeling.
Daunting.

Within the next few months, two of my best friends will be becoming mothers. The third is situated halfway across the world and the fourth, as hard as he tries, is presently off limits.

The one thing i have control over in my life is what i do. I've made the decision for myself but now, even that is daunting. The one thing i was looking forward to the most is turning back into the one thing scaring me the most. Massive, massive change.

I woke up this morning to the realisation that nothing will ever be the same again.

Any day now there will be a beautiful little baby boy entering into my life. Not mine, but i will no doubt feel and care about him as strongly as i would my own. As exciting as that is, it leaves me with an unusual feeling knowing that after eleven years of friendship, it will never be just us again. Then i opened my internet to find an e-mail from Canada only to further my unusual feeling. Not knowing when i'll see him next is the worst feeling in the world. The next time he comes home, it will no longer be my home. There will be no more hungover sushi rendezvous, no more lunch time catch ups. Its funny how life can bring two people together so quickly and equally pull them appart from each other in a heartbeat.

There is nothing permanent except change - Heraclitus

Change is a marvelous and scary thing. Something to be embraced. Something that every single human being partakes in. Something that can be so exciting and so terifying at the same time.

An essential part of the human existance and a key player in life's journey.
What is meant to be will be.

People will enter and disappear from your life, leaving heartprints and heartaches.

Change is something every being on this planet endures and expects, so why is it that change is something that so many of us struggle to accept?