As a child, I always hated change. I hated everytime we moved, I hated everytime I had to walk into a new classroom. And I particularly hated it when my parents decided to add on to the house, and in so doing change everything that was the place i grew up, the essence of my childhood.
But not all changes are bad things. Some changes, I have come to realize, can be good. Sometimes change is necessary in order to keep us moving forward, keep our lives progressive.
But, sometimes, certain changes, certain decisions- they're so wrapped up in varying possibilities, it's hard to distinguish the good from the bad, which way to go.
When someone thinks it's time to make a change so great, their entire life would have an entirely different fulcrum, what do you do when they ask you what you think they should do?
He thinks it would make him better, I think he's being too extreme, but what do you when he's almost made up his mind already?
