Dear Change, I’m writing to you to request that you simply just pause for a few moments and allow me time to regain the peace that once dwelled sweetly and quietly in my heart.
You vehemently toss me around in the waters as looming waves hover above me and crash, lurching my body below the surface into navy blue depths. As I descend in these murky, violent waters of change, I’m left weak. I try to fight, barely reaching the surface and gasping for air before I am submerged by another wave even larger than the last; the waters of change flaunt their dominance.
My sweet Change, no longer do I consider you the bright, hopeful friend I once believed you to be. Perhaps I was naïve to assume that the experiences you would toss my way would all be gentle and kind. I once believed that you would come to me fluttering your little butterfly wings and automatically painting my world with beauty and richness and depth.
Change, I look at you suspiciously, as my eyes are jaded, and I am beaten down. I’ve had too much of you in such a small sliver of time. I feel it is beneficial for us both to go our separate ways—for I will be left in the quiet comfort of routine, and you will be free to produce your poignant chaos elsewhere.