Tragic Flaw

In 2010, I met a man that changed my life. As painful as that time in my life is, and how thankful I am for my friends for still sticking around during that time, I would never change it for anything.

To that end, I created an image, attached to some words, entitled "Tragic Flaw" Here it is:

The more things change the more they stay the same. At

the moment this best explains my tragic flaw. My inability

to change. The more I think about it, the more I realize

I am not alone in this. The more I get to know people,

the more I realize it’s kind of everyone’s flaw. Staying

the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still,

it feels better somehow, if you are suffering, it is at

least a pain that is familiar. Because if you took that

leap of faith, stepped outside the box, did something

unexpected, who knows what pain may be waiting there?

Chances are it could be worse. So you maintain the statusquo,

choose the road already travelled and it doesn’t seem

so bad, because as far as flaws go, you aren’t a drug

addict, you’re not killing anyone… except maybe yourself a

little.

When we do change, I don’t think it happens like an

earthquake or an explosion, or all of a sudden we are this

whole other person. I think it’s smaller than that, the

kind of thing most people wouldn’t even notice unless they

look really, really close, and thank God they never do. But

you notice it, inside, that change feels like a world of

difference, and you hope that is it, and you hope that this

is the person you get to be forever, like you will never

change again.

Sadly however, change is the inevitable occurrence, the

constant companion to life; most times it is for the

better, sometimes for the worse. But this cannot stop

us to take that leap of faith, step outside that box, or

stop us, hinder us, from doing the unexpected. The more

things change, the more they stay the same. This is our

tragic flaw.