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Winds of Change

I cannot help but think how much has changed within and without me. Before you object, I would like to clarify that I do not mean that I am in any way averse to changes.

Change has been my constant companion these past few years and though I have not realised the full intensity of it all, change has been there when I barely understood the very concept of it.

Sitting outside with a solitary cigarette dangling at the edge of my lip watching the kites glide on a strong current of wind that scattered cirrus clouds all over an orange evening sky, shutting out even the sun, I cannot not think of where I am headed. I have a decent job, one that I enjoy. I have many friends, who spoil and comfort me at the same time. I have someone to go home to, a recent change in my overtly active social life so far. And yet, all the above have been in constant change. I have changed my job, I have had new friends and I have, of course, had someone to go back to in the past too. So, in a way, nothing much has changed and yet.. so much has.

Looking within, I feel that although there have been certain changes, they have mainly arisen from a deeper understanding of myself. Although I am as bad at accepting or granting apologies as I have been before, I do not have as much reluctance in admitting when I am wrong or making amends. The fact that I have been able to be at peace with myself and suffer the occasional turmoil without letting the steam on my nearest and dearest ones, is yet another parameter for gauging the essence of change that I have discovered within.

A lot has changed and a lot is about to change, yet again. As long as I continue to change my breath and can think about change, I will keep changing. Let's change the topic for now, shall we?

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