We say change is inevitable.
Is it always so? And if so.
Why don’t we have the strength to accept it?
With every lock, there is a key accompanying it.
With every hatred, some love.
With every dark sky, some stars.
With every end, a start.
Then why aren’t we able to accept this?
Why is it that we call a sky with stars a dark sky, and an end, end?
Why does negativity brim us.
It’s really difficult to accept life as it comes by.
Might sound simple, it isn’t.
That’s the toughest part in life.
Hardships are mere test takers.
We appreciate the change in our looks.
We appreciate the change in our music playlist.
We appreciate the change in our wardrobe collection.
We appreciate the change in our hair colour.
We appreciate the change in our interests.
Then why not appreciate changes in life?
I haven’t lived life so long, so as to answer these questions.
These are unanswerd for me.
We like adhering to what we were.
To what people were.
To what our life was.
Can’t it stay the same forever?
Is forever, forever?
Is change really inevitable?
Life is after all Beautiful.