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Change

Losses, gains, hardships, prosperity, endings, new beginnings. It's all the same. A never ending cycle. A one way track that we all mindlessly follow. It surprises and blindsides us, arriving abruptly and interrupting those comfortable, safe routines we become reliant on. Like the wind it has a mind of its own. It chooses when to relax us. It chooses to command us, pushing us forward.

We never find it. It always finds us. No matter how much we deny it, avoid it and run from it. It always finds us. A predator on the hunt. Lurking in the shadows waiting for the right time to pounce.

I imagine that some people tend to embrace it, honestly and wholeheartedly. They see it as a choice and not as the simple thing that it is. An inevitable challenge forced upon us. It doesn’t just strike and move on to its next victim. It's everlasting. Its claws stay deep within you. Haunting you, reminding you of what happened.

Its weapons are honed and expertly fired. Immeasurable pain, erupting from everywhere. That's what it does. That’s how it works. It twists and turns and stabs you all over. Tears spill from your eyes and you know the cause. That's what it does.

Its name is so overused we all dismiss the immense power it holds. It wades through you as if you are nothing but a shallow creek. A stepping stone. Another spoil of war. We seek out hope. Another facade that humanity idolises. We seek the invisible, whimsical ideal that hope can save us and allow for us to prosper. In reality It is always watching, it masks itself in hope then when the curtain finally falls, it's too late. We become a victim once again and the vicious cycle continues. Its name is overused and underestimated. The name that holds immense power.

Its name is Change.