Few days ago, I visited a blog of one of my old classmates. A Taurus. We were not close enough, but also not strangers-in-the-same-class. He had about 3 or 4 years (I don’t remember exactly) studied abroad by his scholarship, and after that time, he was transformed from a swearing boy to a mature guy. I could feel it in the way he introduced himself at his Home page. He has changed to be wiser. And I’m glad to see the new in my old friend. Honestly.
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When I was a little kid, I had never thought that “changeable” had both positive and negative meaning. I used to believe that “stable” was a good word, and, of course, didn’t even image that it could also be bad.
I have been changed since then. In my thought, at least. Is it good or bad? I don’t know. But there’s one thing that I’m sure: it’s necessary.
Life is like a game. When you want to upgrade your item, you have to pay by the game’s currency. Therefore, if you want to change, you have to pay a deal with Life. A hard and painful deal, but I’ve paid it. I used to be a loser in a Leo’s hand before successful learned how to win an argument. It’s always said that the best respond to what other undervalue you is to be a champion in this area, but to deeply feel it and to apply it, I had to paid by my painful heart and a poker face and a try-to-be-calm smile years through years before having a big grin after all of my exertion. And so on. However, if I had to do it again, I would never change my way. Seriously.
Changing, for me, is just to discover your secret self. Although we still need a limitation of changing, it is worth to take in most cases. Even in love. Especially in love.
Why so serious about changing?