Changes are inevitable

Changes are inevitable. Sometimes, all you want to do is desperately cling on to a sense of security and a gust of air sweeps away the familiarity from beneath your feet. It is strangely a fact that changes are always sudden and drastic. Not gradual and slow. One moment you're a part of one dimensional reality and next you're not. In split of a second it is absolutely gone. Perhaps life is not supposed to move linearly into a structure or a horizontal. People come only to leave. Then why do we feel attachments? Being the rational being, on top of an advanced food chain, shouldn't we adapt and move, ever so quickly? Then why do scars take so much of mending to heal? Or do they ever?
As I stand at the crossroads of life these evenings, I tend to ask everyone these questions. People who I know, have known for years or whom I just met. Answering, admitting, confessing is never easy. Consciousness takes courage sometimes. Conventions are linear. Some of us like linearity. Patterns, objectivity. But humans were not meant to follow patterns. We were supposed to alter, break, reorganize. We are not domesticated herd so to speak. Pivotal perhaps is choice. As humans we choose. Choose to alter or break. Or conversely choose to follow a line. We are perhaps born equal but it is our choices that makes us different. And lastly, in retrospect, is it so very bad to choose to be different?