The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I'm not sure who the first person was, who said that. Probably Shakespeare, or maybe Sting……
But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change.
I don't think I'm alone in this.
The more I get to konw other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw.
Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still, it feels better 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 waiting out there. Chances are, it could be even worse.
So you maintain the status quo, choose the road alreadly traveled and it dosen't seem that bad, not as far as flaws go. You are not a drug addict. You are not killing anyone, except maybe yourself, a little.
When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden, we are like this different person. I think it's smaller than that.
The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked really really close, which, thank God, they never do.
But you notice it. Inside you, that change feels like a world of difference. You hope that it is, that this is the person you get to be forever, that you'll never have to change again.
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