Change

But then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we wish they wouldn't all day long, but that will never work, or make the problem go away. It just brings an empty log ingress in the pit of your stomach and it makes you feel small and desperate. Because the sad truth is that I can't change anything, not now, or tomorrow or in a hundred and fifty years. It is something you have to accept and move on from. Otherwise you will turn into a pile of nothingness, with no meaning of life.
And I won't let that happen to me.