Why must the seasons pass?
the feeling of seeing the route you always take when you go home from school is a weird feeling. it isn't the weirdest feeling you've ever felt, but it's still really weird. especially when you get that sudden (but not really. you know it's been haunting you for the past year and will continue to haunt you until you graduate) realization that your life will not revolve around the same route forever. that you will not conveniently take that same jeepney that only charges you 10 pesos instead of the usual 11 pesos, and that you will not always have someone to go home with after the stress of a school day that felt too long. i think it's really weird, and i think it's really strange, that this can't last forever.
i've always had an unusual relationship with change. staying stagnant makes me squirm. to break free, to do something, anything, just to rid of the feeling of standing too still. but avoiding change is comforting, stable, reassuring.
as i think about change, i think of three characters; tamamori from hashihime of the old book town, erich from the heart of thomas, and lastly, fushi from to you, the immortal.
as i let the days pass, i wonder, will i ever find comfort in the future as much as i find comfort in the past and in the present?