Change

Somedays I just wanna sleep all day.  I want to hate the world and how it won't listen to me.  I keep asking the question why won't the world just do what I want it to do.  Why won't things go my way for once?  So instead of facing the day I stay in my cocoon and sulk.  Slowly I sink to such an emotional low and all the mistakes I've made come floating back.  Shame and guilt creep in and the worst feelings begins...the fading of hope.  

However, throughout this whole sinking I have forgotten something.  I prayed for change....

What is change? It's something different than now.  It's moving from the way I live my life now to something different.  As change sets in the way I've always done things gets disrupted and now I find myself sleeping through reality.  That's the thing about change, from a distance it seems great.  Then it happens to us, and we reel and cling to what we know.  We don't like that floating feeling, where we don't feel in control.  But really, that floating feeling is us flying.  It's what we've always wanted, it's that place we should be in.  It's exhilarating, it's breathtaking and yeah...it's scary.  But that's just the process.  Learning how to do something is rarely fun.  Learning how to live life the way it was meant to be lived is hard.  

At the end of the day, the real question arises.  When the change you so desperately want sets in...will you reel and try and cling to what you know...or will you simply free fall...simply trust...simply believe...simply have faith?  When we fly we find what humanity desires most...hope.  Hope for something better.  Hope for freedom.