The Power of Change :: Personal Narrative Writing

The Power of ChangeMy topper friends ex-boyfriend utilize to tell her thats the difference between you and meyoure a shoetree and Im a blade of grass. Youre problem, he would say, (apparently neer having learned that starting off any piece of advice with your problem is the buss of death) your problem is that you need to learn to bend. He might have questioned his liking to have her heed such advice some months later after she dumped him for his best friend and tossed the shredded bits of his world into thousands of irreparable pieces. And, as clich as his wrangling of guidance may seem, I have now begun to think him or else astute, for in the months that followed their separation my friend transformed her behaviors in the most total and opposing ways she traveled more, replaced her old job with one she genuinely liked, gave herself over to the pleasures of a most memorable one night stand, and immediately smiles randomly and with more charm than I have ever remembered. It is a fiction that we become less spontaneous and more rigid as we get older, that we are all blithe and adaptable children. As for me, I hated change as a child, resisted it like a juiceless naked body would sliding down a fire pole. I experienced each new thing as a betrayal. A new friend in the circle meant, not more approve to go around, just less time for the old ones. It also meant red ink off the course, entering something unseen, welcoming an unknowable unfolding. Change was not transformation. It was swap this for that an end for a beginning. How we come into this world that is the state in which we go far is a complete mystery to me. While other children, my siblings included, relished new pets, or a new piece of furniture for their bedroom or the bank of a family vacation, I capitulated to a kind of juvenile asceticism. When I was eightsome I spent the whole of a trip to Disney World transverse and brooding, not because I wanted something I was denied, but becaus e I perceived that in the excitement that fueled everyone else that in that exodus from our routine of enlighten and homework and sports and homemade dinners there was the prospect that anything could happen. And anything could change everything.