I was painting once. I took specific colors to my color palate (trying to look more artistic made me do so). Those colors looked so fascinating, bright and glittered. I just wanted to paint a piece using those fascinations in the color palate. Suddenly, at the midst of that long run, I noticed something. The palate was befould totally , there were no bold colors standing out bright. There was a mix and UNmatch of colors. Those older fascinations were no more fascinating, no more alluring and no more I was willing to paint.
Everyone here are some other bold colors with a specific identitity. Blending of identities is alike blending of colors, no more your own.
All changes, even the most longed for have their melancholy !!
Have you ever been into someone that you wander wondering who you are as someone? Ever been a totally different person for a person who was totally different for you?
The Potter complained to the pot : There is no benefit of mine, you’re getting moulded because you wanted to. The pot replied : Master! you decide the pattern, you decide the shape…You fix the price, where is my choice to stay or to escape !
You remould yourself accordingly, you reincarnate yourself similarly. Irony falls when you blaze a trail for ’em and they say it’s beneficial for you. People you change for are often the ones who sees no change ! This process of leaving behind the familiar to enter into new and often uncertain territory has its own vocabulary!