Change

There is a certain serenity that accompanies me as I walk back to my dormitory after Spanish class. It’s fall time—a brisk air smells of damp leaves after 2 weeks of torrential showers—and the sun is actually visible, a sight that makes this serenity feel even more real. The day has yet to prosper into one of much meaning—it is likely that it will not have any at all. Like most of my days here, this one will be another blur, another day in my journal where one word will suffice—fine. Just like when the guy that lives down the hall asks how I am as I walk in the side door. I tell him I am fine, and he reciprocates with the same response. It’s expected. The norm. And to stray from the norm is unthinkable—even on a college campus that roots itself on tremendous diversity. The serenity vanishes once my door to my room shuts and I begin my daily search for an afternoon snack. Not much has changed in my mannerisms since I left my home 10 w eeks ago—yet I feel so disconnected to my old life, my old self, it is hard to imagine that I have not changed that much. If any at all. In a world that constantly changes, every second, will I ever noticeably experience it? Despite how dramatic this may come across, I’m serious. I was unable to contain my excitement during my senior year at the prospect of changing who I was. The idea of a fresh slate was one that motivated me to finish off senior year on the strongest note possible. No, I do not, nor will I ever attend an Ivy League school, or even a prestigious university. I was not valedictorian, top 25, or president of any honor societies. I was average. I still am average. And I thought that by escaping my life as a dependent of my parents, moving over 4 hours away from home, and rooming with someone I had only met once in my life, that I would somehow become a completely new person. My expectations were a bit too lofty for reality. It is halfway through the fa ll semester. Students are in the process of registering for classes for the spring. Every few minutes a new brown leaf falls to the ground. Sweatshirts and jackets are more common than shorts and t-shirts. Change. We co-exist with it. We are change. Yet it is one of the most difficult aspects of life to pinpoint. change Time moves on. It brings unprecedented change. Nature follows the law of time and we follow nature. Flowers bloom, we smile. Heat rises, we complain. Rain showers, we sadden. Leaves fall so do our hopes. Sun hides so does our happiness. But we smile again because flowers bloom every year, bringing out new hopes and happiness in our lives. Being betrayed every year by the leaves or being left behind to seek by the sun; rainfall tends to take place in our so called heart which in fact is just a muscle. This rainfall doesn’t weaken our roots but helps us grow. It takes us closer to being human, god’s greatest creation. We walk throughout our lives taking different ways to find the sun that we dream about every night. We are compelled to make a difference in how the search ends. We are desperate for victory. For that we try to take the shortest but we don’t find the sun at the end of it because there is always a better path which necessarily is mostly protracted. Every thing that happens in life always brings a certain change in us. These changes makes us grow, it brings us closer to the sun, as close that we can protect ourselves from its furious rage. Learning to adapt to our surrounding we can make sure that we will survive. Change is the law of nature and the necessity for survival. After all we are adept to the fact that we were created due to change.