I’m not good with drastic changes.
Well actually that’s not true, let me rephrase that.Changes mean new beginnings.And new beginnings mean endings. I’m not good with endings. I can appreciate that it’s so, definite. Endings have this stillness about them. Something seizing existence.It has this innate beauty. In that tiny moment between an ending and a new beginning there’s this vacuum. This split second of nothingness where the world reboots. That split second, right in the middle of that vacuum. Time loses it’s fluidity and I feel at ease. I feel still and steady, fastening for the storm of the universe rushing towards me from the horizon of my vacuum. Crashing into my bubble and obliterating it. And then, just like that, something has been torn away from me. Something ended. Something new began. And life flows on like nothing happened and the wheel of ages just keeps on churning. I’m not good with the carelessness of the world.