Things change. Ridiculously, Imperatively, Drastically. A person who never stops chattering may turn out to be an introvert. Who was your best friend forever for years may end up becoming just a friend. The girl who was always on top the class may one day fail an exam. You end up being best friends with someone you detested,
It is foolery to cling to anything, to hope everything remains the same infinitely. It's idiocy to a point I'm not able to comprehend. Because a day from now, two weeks from now, a year from now. You'll end up an echo of who you used to be. You who wanted to acquire a business degree, might be tossing around design and literature. You would end up writing more than you read. And remember all those rules and morals you swore to live by, you'll toss them to the ground.
Just look at yourself in the mirror, yeah the dusty one in your bathroom you've taken selfies in. Really, truly, look at yourself. Stare into those eyes, those eyes that laugh when you laugh and cry when you cry. They're the window. The window to you, your present, your past. And no matter how much you wanted things to remain the same, at that moment you'll realise they're nothing the way they were and the way you imagined