Changes

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Hi Friends!!! This is Ishaan and I am back with another post. Hope you all are doing well. So, today let's talk about Changes. So, changes are when we make (someone or something) different; alter or modify it. Every second, there are millions of changes taking place all around the world. The world changes and so do we. 

Changes are so typical in today's society that they have become a part of who we are. For example, I visit my country once or twice a year, and every time I go there I see something or the other has changed. Some buildings or shops that were not present in the previous year are now bustling with people. I noticed that along with my surroundings, the people who live there have also changed(both physically and mentally).

For as long as I can remember, the time has changed and so have people. One day people are together, then the next they’re apart. Times change and so do people is a saying I have always liked because it reminds me of how things are changing in everyday life. As I think about the things in my past, I wonder what is next because the world is changing with time.

My life is a great example of this because, as I think about the things I have dealt with so far, and the ways people have come and gone, my life experiences inspire this saying. Time will always change; you cannot stop that, but what about people? I have known a lot of different people over the years, so losing people is known to happen with the promises people have made, the friendships that are lost, the love that outlasts a family, and the feelings one will get when it’s all said and done.

So, yes even people change with time. You are not the person you used to be. Your boundaries look different. Your outlook towards things has changed. But, remember that you are walking on a path of purpose and conviction. A great man random dude once said that "Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything." So, don't be afraid to tell people that you've changed. Reintroduce yourself so they get to know the new YOU.

A lot of people keep thinking of the past and all their good/bad memories. I think it is good to sometimes think of the past and have a little nostalgic moment. But, we should not be lost in the past, wishing that we could go back in time. The past is gone and it has left us with memories to cherish. As much as I know, we still haven't been able to make a time machine. So, we can't go to the past yet. Then the only way for us is to accept life and all its changes because these changes are inevitable.

So, changes will come and you will change too, but remember that you can change all things for the better when you change for the better. This is all I had to share with you all.

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Check out the previous posts:

An Experience 

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/03/lets-talk-experience.html

Rhythm Of Life

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/03/lets-talk-rhythm-of-life.html

Happiness

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/02/lets-talk-happiness.html

 

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