This post is dedicated to the topic of change. How nothing ever stays in place. Three incidents helped string up this rather strong sentiment of how change can disorientate you from where you thought you were and where you are going to.
Good buddy has strong objections when I suggested running the Kent Ridge Park route instead of our usual campus route on a given Wednesday. The meat of his complaints was why we cannot stick to our usual route, and why things must change. He learnt to cope with that when he realized that one week prior to his departure on an epic Southeast Asia trip, his flight and accommodations are still subject to changes, changes that happen as a result of his travel mates changing their plans.
At the wake of an army friend's mum, I was told that her condition had deteriorated rather rapidly. The thankful thing was that she left them in the early morning. According to the local folklore, this means that the people whom she left behind will be burdened the least. He thought that she would have lasted a bit longer, while he was outside. Little did he know that her health took a change for the worse in that brief moment he left her side.
Things at home. For some reason, when you really want to find something. It will hide behind the bar counter, under the sofa, deep within the piles of paper. It just refuses to be found when you need it. Its location changes contradicting the memory where you thought you knew where it was when you put it there.
Things change, plans change, people move on. Find a mental anchor to make sense of it all, and you'll be safe.
