Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!

Yes, changes. Tons of plans. Heaps of changes. Snapped, occurring and pending.
Blissful am I? Aye. And a new blog title is a legacy of indication. Finally.
I've always wanted a new one. But I took my time contemplating to summon the thought. 
Considered many, ended up with sweet, cold and colorless. 


Change. The perfect subject of inevitability. I often wonder if it's a foe or a comrade. If it is both, what is it called then?
I don't really know but mostly it comes by surprise. And surprise can have opposite meanings.
They say there's nothing permanent in this world except for change. No one can argue with that. Everyone is subject to metamorphosis and phases. Even changes, change.
And it has different kinds. A change for the call of requisite, a change for doom, a change for betterment, you name them. But what I really want to touch with is the beauty it holds. The change for remedy. 


On one of your long battles of war with the world and yourself, a passerby in life will knock and offer you an ice cream. Yes, ice cream. It'll revive you of what the taste of sweetness is again. And there would come your deliverance.
The changes from the smallest and simplest things of great influence. 
From the songs you listen to and the name you utter.
Your passwords on online accounts and the profile names on your phone.
The contents of your blog site and subject of your poems.
What you do before you sleep and what your thoughts are.
From your favorite numbers and colors
To whom you take photos for 
The foods you eat and the movies you watch
The pictures on your wallet and the words you use
And what things remind you of.
Your prayers alter.
Your plans change.


Suddenly you're building a different world. And the thing is, they didn't come by surprise as what changes usually do.It could be the scariest thing. But it is beautiful now.


And it could all start with one sweet soul.