Change is an inevitable paradox. It is lingering in our restless minds. We all fear the unknown, the changes and what would happen if...? Yet, we secretly hope to change, to break the daily routine. Patiently impatient for others to change, for us to change and live up to their expectations subconsciously. In request to seek the missing pieces of the puzzle of our lives; the loose ends. The loose ends in every story of untold mysteries of people. People whom we wait to change our stories by changing theirs. People whom we used to call friends, family, soul mates, colleagues and their nominations continue to vary. They used to be your everyday routine. Reminiscing how your heart beats were so loud echoing in your chest, like trampling upon floor full of glass shards in their presence. Now, you look in their eyes, hauntingly. Knowing that their absence is a loose end of an old unraveled mystery, yet it's the threshold of a new adventure. Maybe, you are a loose end in someone's life. You changed, too. In desperate need to embrace who you used to be is in the past with every piece of puzzle you unraveled. You became what you promised yourself and others you won't. You choose the phase, the change, the better you of both; past and present. It's a matter of unnatural selection. We all change to adapt. The moon changes its shape through phases. You get to see the dim and the lit sides of the moon through the interval of time. Even when the moon is embedded in the clouds barely seen, you love that invisibility like a well hidden treasure. How mesmerising the moon's captivating changing perspectives. It's the transformation of the moon that makes you grateful to change. Like the different phases of the moon, we change. You and I change. we get to see the different beauty of the dim and lit sides of people through intervals of life. Individuals resembling another phase of a beautiful transformation. Just like the moon, we change....
