*The more things change, the more stays the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare... or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw. My inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible... standing perfectly still... it feels safer somehow. And if you're suffering, a least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected, who knows what other pain might be out there waiting for you.
So maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict. You're not killing anyone... except maybe yourself a little.
When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't notice unless they looked at us really close. Which thank God they never do. But you notice it. Inside you, that change feels like a world of difference... and you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever. That you'll never change again.*
-- Everwood --
2 comments:
I love this! Both the flowers (breathtaking) and the quote (so true).
Thank you :O) These flowers are probably one of my favorite parts of spring every year!
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