(in)definite

I didn’t make any resolutions this year. I’m starting to think it might be because I’m starting to fear change. It’s coming, in the next few months. The massive upheaval is going to likely spell the end of another part of my life.

As I sat around with a bunch of people I’ve come to love over the past three years this weekend, I wondered if we’d still be as close this time next year, or the year after that. As past generations of friends have done, will they fade into the background and become strangers? I think that some of the eccentric and overzealous episodes I’ve managed to find myself in over the past few weeks are a direct product of that fear. However, I realise now that nothing I can do can prevent change.

Change as someone once told me, is the nature of life.

Is the grass greener on the other side? I have no idea, but sooner or later, I’ll find out.