Change

Today is the last day for me in Daro.  And it still feels so weird and like a dream.  In fact, I am almost unable to accept that I won’t be spending the next month and more not being in this living room, not sleeping in my bed, not making coffee in the kitchen.

Have you ever had that kinda Stockholm Syndrome, where you really hated a place very much but when you are going to leave that place, you suddenly feel hesitant?  I’m sure everyone has felt that.  And it is perfectly natural.

I think that everyone is afraid of change.  A lot of people say that they are not afraid of change, they are open to new ideas and activities, but they are lying.  They are just afraid of change in other aspects of their life.

Why am I saying this?  Because I am afraid of change too.  I am a small village kid who is afraid of trying new things and diverting from his own routines.

Don’t get me wrong.  It’s not that I will resist change.  If I have no choice but to change, then I will change.  But if I can make do without changes, I won’t.

During my university life, I was much more susceptible to change.  Because I was experiencing something new almost every day.  But now, after seemingly settling down in Daro for 2 years, I seem to have gotten used to the laziness and slow-paced life.

So you are wondering, why am I saying all this?  What’s my point?

My point is that when it comes to something new, please help me.  Please accompany me as I go through whatever it is that is new to me.  If I am afraid, please comfort me.  Please be patient with me and not scold me. 

I will always love you.