Change… what’s more frightening? Not recognizing who we are becoming, or accepting what we may become?
Without being fully in control, we sometimes watch ourselves shift, like a triangle slowly forming into a square. It unsettles us. My bow stretches more elastic than before, bending to fit unfamiliar ideas, new friendships, and unfiltered emotions. It feels strange. It feels uncomfortable.

There comes an age when self-doubt and growth seem to arrive together, ranking highest among our daily thoughts. In those moments, I lose my sense of who I’m becoming. Silence fills the gaps. Adulthood itself can feel unsettling.

How do we reconcile the passing years with the speed at which our age seems to spin forward? When did everything change from simple wants to undeniable needs?

Do you understand what I’m saying?

And yet, despite the confusion, despite the discomfort, we still have to change anyway…
for the better, I hope.