Change is, hard.
Change is seeing everything you’ve worked for slowly slip through your fingers.
It is realizing that you’ve reached the top of the ladder and being expected to jump, because how else do birds leave the nest?
Change is losing the battle you never knew you had been winning every day till now.
Change is stepping out of warmth and home into a place cold and unpredictable.
Change is a promise. Not of growth, but of the freedom to grow- something you cannot do in the box you have come to see as home.
Change is saying goodbye to everything you love and hate, and saying hello to the future that awaits, even as the floor slips from beneath your feet.
Change is doing it scared, doing it sad.
Change is doing it hopeful, doing it brave, and just doing it, because a lost opportunity is far worse than a past.
Change is feeling love. Feeling warmth. And fleeing it, all for an unavoidable growth of character,
Because as warm and beautiful as the night was, when you were dancing with the light hearted, singing with the passionate, and slumbering with the dream of day, a delaying darkness is not where you belong.
When dawn sheds gold on the world, you belong out there, carving yourself into the person you dream of becoming with the tools and aids you cannot find here.
Change is not the monster ripping you away from everyone and everything you have come to love, nor is it the mythical promise of growth.
Change is a chance you take, because even when you have a past to cling onto, you still have a future to lose if you stop walking,
So, while this is the end of an era, do not let yourself forget that it is also the beginning of a new one.
Let the morning embrace you.
Let yourself live, because staying locked up in darkness, however pleasant the familiarity, is a way of the dead and the insignificant of the world
And you, are far from insignificant to this world.