indeed, change is the only constant.
But more often or so, dealing with changes proves to be the more pressing and difficult task than the changes itself.
If the trip taught me anyything, it'll be how i suck at dealing with changes.
and beyond that, i feel more isolated from the world i once belonged.. Its almost as if literally when u take a step towards the new world, u'll miss a step in your old world. Everybody and everything seems further away from ur new found thoughts. How do i strike a balance between both worlds?
How do i find joy doing things that i once occupied my life with only to realise now how these same things mean nothing more than shallow.
Happiness.
It mean so different to different people. But i saw what i personally felt as true contentment in those kids, perhaps that is the kind of happiness that i shld seek for.
Being appreciative of what i have, being contented of where i am, being happy.
Yet the cruel reality is im back in my world, only this time, my position is wobbled. Once again, its about striking the balance.
A daunting task.
Who can understand? i only wonder.
