Sometimes, your life can change in a split second, sometimes minutes, hours, days. Change isn\u2019t confined to a particular time frame. You know all about that. One minute, you were fine. The next, you were pinned to a tree, dying. Not to sound morbid, but that\u2019s how it went down.
\n\tI feel like my change sneaks up on me. Crawling along until it suddenly grabs onto my legs, pulling my feet from under me. Because change is necessary after all. You can\u2019t hide from it. But it\u2019s not inevitable in the same way as death. We think of death as something that will happen a long time from now, something we can\u2019t control. But for some reason, we think that change is something that can be controlled. The fact of the matter is that change is its own being. It\u2019s random and clumsy, but it does to you what it wants, like some cruel twisted version of fate that the fairy godmother never warned you about.
\n\tChange isn\u2019t always bad, of course. Change is the cause of the wonderful people you meet by chance. Change is the cause of the unexpected phenomenon of virtually anything. Change let me meet people I love. But in the end, I\u2019m terrified of it and my life revolves around it. So what do I do? I shut people out. I\u2019ve been doing that for a while. It\u2019s easier to go about life if you don\u2019t have anyone else to worry about. Look at the joker and Harley Quinn. Batman and robin. Dean and Sam Winchester. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. They would have been so much better off without each other, more successful, in less danger, but they can\u2019t function without each other.
\n\tThat\u2019s sometimes how I feel about me and her. But most of the time, I feel like we\u2019re in two different worlds, separated by a wormhole that could rip apart the earth. Like we\u2019re walking a thin line and we\u2019re on different sides, held together by a string tied around both of our wrists. Her world keeps on turning, and so does mine. At different paces, in different ways, yet still the same. Held together only by the string. Sometimes, we get pulled closer. We talk, we laugh, we love. But it\u2019s not the same. Because she\u2019s from her world and I\u2019m from mine
\n\tThe point is that change is like the wind. It has no reason, no meaning. It takes and gives. Sometimes in bad ways, like you leaving us, and sometimes in good ways, like me meeting her. So rest in peace, Chekov. I miss you like I miss her. In a way that\u2019s more empty than anything you can imagine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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