Change (2010)

• Change..... Change, a word I have never liked. It always brings along its friend, irritation, disorientation, discouragement, and sometimes depression. Routine is destroyed in the face of change; it demolishes it like all those years setting your ways were but a blink of the eye. All those years establishing something comfortable are all for not. Change is necessary, at least I'm told, but, I have never liked it. It has always followed me around trying to be my friend but I continue my hatred for it. When I'm weak and there is no other way it hovers over me and I have to succumb to it proposition; as if what it offers is the only way out of wherever I am. I like things to stay the way I have them. I like my comfort zone. Inconvenience accompanies change like a shadow and days, weeks, even years are spent getting used to the idea that this new way, this changed way is the way I must know now. I forget how to get through this rocky and uncomfortable stage of distraught frustration. Each time it bombards me with it path I wonder how I dealt with it before. Idon't want to be uncomfortable, I don't want to change!!!!! Yet life is full of change; new ways to do things, to live, to raise children, and family. It haunts me with it's constant different face. "Why must you appear as a friend in a new face and then strike!!!" I yell at it every time. It frustrates me to be so irritated with such a common on going event in life. I can't stand how it absorbs me in it's hug. Why must we endure this massive thing, a thing of all things that can effect so much and so many. It excludes me from places I want to be, it make4s me weary of those I was once not; it makes me sad as there is indefinetly loss involved, angers me with the rage of it's grip. It takes away loved ones and friends and though new ones come by there is still change- It's all just a change!!!!! ~Ali Scontrino