Taken by the Wind

 Someone to pet dogs with. Someone to sing with. Someone that doesn’t mind my horrible singing. Someone I can make laugh. Someone to cry with. Someone emotional. Someone open minded. Someone who hears and takes my point of view into consideration. Someone who celebrates me. Someone who makes me laugh. Someone who makes my cheeks hurt. Someone to dance with. Someone who is serious. Someone who is indifferent about humans the way I am. Someone to eat pie with. Someone who can handle my bossiness. Someone to play with. Someone to wrestle with. Someone who can admit when I’m right. Someone to read with. Someone to read to. Someone to dance with. Someone who likes to learn. Someone who likes to try new things. Someone that finds it hard to say no to me. Someone to productively fight with. Someone that I want to make up with every time. Someone who is obsessed with me. Someone who daydreams about me. Someone who sees no one else but me. Someone to drink in bed with. Someone to listen to musi

 CHANGE. A word that surrounds me, invites me. A word that terrifies most. Inevitable, isn't it? What is it with the people around me who are so enraged, insulted and scared of my CHANGE and their own? Why are the people I know, who are the most miserable people I know, the ones who don't embarce CHANGE? It makes perfectly good sense though. The people who bitch and complain of their circumstances, but do nothing to CHANGE them. And that is why they are miserable. A powereful word that loses its meaning the more we repeat it. What is it? Who is it? Why is it? How is it?  CHANGE, to me, is a beautiful word that ebbs and flows like the ocean. CHANGE, to you, is a daunting word that has dramatic high and lows like a rollercoaster. Why is that? Suppose it is because we are both used to it. I've become fond of it and you've become sick of it. CHANGE is the difference between you and I. I love it, I seek it. I look at every CHANGE in life as a positive opportunity to pivot. B