Change can be scary sometimes. Not just the world around us, but the things that we believe and hold dear. It can be a simple thing, like mispronouncing a word. It can be as complex as an entire worldview shattering around you and needing to figure out what kind of glue can salvage it. Side note, it’s probably epoxy or Loctite.

But it’s not like every change should shatter a worldview, not in my opinion at least. It’s more like some are just harder to understand after the fact. A mirror with a crack through the middle will never be the same as it once was. That single line of imperfection will last until the end of time, and nothing can fix it.

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It’s not to say that this one crack will undoubtably shift a person’s outlook, but it can happen. When you see all the things I have, you don’t come out the same. Honestly, I don’t know how much of me is left at this point. I’ve changed so many times that it is hard to keep count. Granted, losing count isn’t that bad if the changes help. People change for the better all the time, they just don’t always notice it.

Sometimes changes go unnoticed. Sometimes, change shouldn’t be noticed.

That depends on the change though.