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“In Physics, the triangle represents the Greek letter Delta which means ‘change.’”
I just gave a good friend the synopsis of my life story. Halfway through I had a mild revelation that my opinions were the perfect snapshot of a wilful, stubborn child all grown up. Change is the only constant, they say. And it’s true - you go through life thinking you’re gon’ be the same five years from now because you can’t imagine yourself being any different, but ultimately you understand that parts of your soul filter out of your system in the middle of the night before you realise they’re gone, or bits of yourself that didn’t co-operate with the rest of yourself start adapting to fit the majority. And then you look at yourself in the mirror one morning and finally understand Change for what it is: not having your fifteen year old self recognise the face looking back at you.
Seven years ago, promises and all things pretty were what it meant and took for me to be happy. It was shallow, but it was what mattered. I was determined to fall into the statistic of being one of the couples who married their first love. Right now, watching paint dry seems a better option. I could have sworn my fifteen year old self would kick up a bitch fit if she ever heard what her 21-going-on-22 year old self had to say ‘bout that. Then again, what did she know?
