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Sad, but True

Growing up I remember thinking that my friends and I would never change.  We were always going to be friends, we would always know each other, and we would never let anything get in the way of that.  Even though I truly believed that this was the way that life would be, life happened, and certainly did not turn out like I had imagined it would.  I still have contact with most of my school friends thanks to social media, but not nearly as much as I had expected. 



People change. Change is good, change is necessary, but what happens when someone does not change?  I have changed so much in the past twelve years since school, but I know people who have not.  This is very frustrating to me.  I cannot imagine what it would be like to be stuck in the same mindset I was in when I was eighteen.  Why does this happen to some people?  This is a question I have been asking myself recently after realizing one friend in particular is still the same as the were in high school. 


My theory to this question is that these people who do not change, or evolve, are stuck in the past.  For some reason they cannot let go of the past and move on to the future.  I find this to be very sad and frustrating.  I often wonder why this may be.  Perhaps too many drugs were done, or maybe their adult lives have not been what they had hoped and they just want to go back.  I do not have the answer really, but I wish I did.  I hate to see people unhappy, and by not excepting change, or evolving into a different person, these people will never know what it means to be content.

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