The more things change, the more they stay the same. Im not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, its the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change. I dont think Im alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize its kind of everyones flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at 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. Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesnt seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. Youre not a drug addict. Youre not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I dont think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden were like this different person. I think its smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldnt even 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 youll never have to change again.
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