The more things change, the more they stay the same. I’m not sure I’m the first person in the world who ever said that (probably Shakespeare. Maybe Sting), but at the moment, it’s the sentence that best explain my tragic flop: my inability to change.
I don’t think I am alone in this. The more I get to know the people, the more I realize it’s everyone’s flop. Staying exactly the same, for as long as possible. Standing perfectly still. It feels better somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar.
Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected, who knows what other pain could be out there? Chances are it could be an even worst.
So you maintain the status quo, choose the road already traveled and it doesn’t seem that bad, not as far as flaws go: you’re not a drug addict; you’re not killing anyone. Except maybe yourself, just a little.
And when we finally do change, I don’t think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, or all of a sudden we’re like this different person. I think it’s smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn’t even notice unless they looked really, really close, which, thank God, they never do.
But you notice.
And inside you, that change feels like a world of difference, and you hope that it is, and this is the person you get to be forever, that you’ll never have to change again.
I don’t think I am alone in this. The more I get to know the people, the more I realize it’s everyone’s flop. Staying exactly the same, for as long as possible. Standing perfectly still. It feels better somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar.
Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected, who knows what other pain could be out there? Chances are it could be an even worst.
So you maintain the status quo, choose the road already traveled and it doesn’t seem that bad, not as far as flaws go: you’re not a drug addict; you’re not killing anyone. Except maybe yourself, just a little.
And when we finally do change, I don’t think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, or all of a sudden we’re like this different person. I think it’s smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn’t even notice unless they looked really, really close, which, thank God, they never do.
But you notice.
And inside you, that change feels like a world of difference, and you hope that it is, and this is the person you get to be forever, that you’ll never have to change again.
Ephram Brown - Everwood
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