I Hate Change

Change is good, but not for me.

Change allows you to grow, but I refuse to grow.

I miss the old times. I miss my friends.

And most of all, I miss my old life… brother and sisters taking care of me… parents are without any illnesses.

I can’t stop change, I’m aware of it. But I want to go back to the previous chapters of my life.

I want to see my old life again.

But change won’t let me.

So I’ll just go and sail through.

Choose one

What if you’re standing between two telephone booths and you really need to choose one…

YOU can only choose one.

Left: The one on the left is functioning well, but someone’s inside.

Right: On the right is empty, but you’re not sure if it’s broken.

Are you going to wait for the one on the left even if you’re not sure when the person inside would leave?

Or would you rather take the chance offered by the right booth even if you’re not certain it would work?