Consistency; The plague in my life. I depend on it so heavily that the slightest bit of change sets me on a downward spiral, eating me slowly. Why is it that we base our happiness on standards set by the world. As if my life is dictated by the norms laid out in front of us. A slight change in plan is enough to put me in a vacuum of suspicion and insecurity.
"You used to do all these stuff for me, why don't you do it anymore?". "I thought you used to like it". "You always texted me first". These phrases appear so often now than it used to before. The abysmal attempt to rationalize the reasons for such statements has brought us to the edge of a cliff. It used to be be because "Oh, he's probably stressed" or "He must have had a long day", "There was probably bean sprouts in his noodles" has evolved into a nonchalant "Ok." "i'm sorry then". What has happened?
It's so easy to make promises in the beginning of a relationship, so capable of showering extensive gestures of affection and priority all because its so much easier in the beginning. But all too many a times, all these start to drift away. Hence the "You've changed","You never used to be like this". We adore consistency because we always know exactly what to expect with it.
But the irony of it all is, consistency is the hardest to attain even though we desire it the most. Because the truth is whether you like it or not, we are getting older and our expectations and dreams change. We cannot expect our lives to always be that simple. We are not kids anymore, but adults that have been thrown out of our comfort zones and it's our duty to find our consistency amidst all these mess.
Easier said that done, yes.
People are always changing.
& you need 2 hands to clap.
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