Comfort Zones

There are some things in life that change rapidly, and some, change quite slowly. No matter how prepared we are, or how prepared we think we are, there’s always a trip wire somewhere that sets off an alarm in your head, telling you there is something remotely wrong when you’re comfortable enough to lower your ground.

This kind of jolt in your life stability is a challenge to bear, and usually, it involves gaining something new, and losing something familiar, or granted to you. Loss, can be seen as a great thing, when taken to perspective of losing a life.

In a diagram (more complicatedly named Kübler-Ross), it is expressed that there are five stages of grief. Despite the popular use of these stages and life or death situations (losing a loved one, being terminally diagnosed, etc.), there are small things, everyday, that results in a loss. And these losses, albeit smaller than a live or death balance, is just as devastating.

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Skip’s Five Stages of Grief on Bleeker Comics.

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Evicted.

Once, I passed by my hometown and stared at the rented apartment that used to be my family’s. A door, two windows out front and rusty gates. Not much has changed except for the empty garage, empty balcony, and the landlord and strangers leaving the house with smiles on their faces.

What used to be my home is now inhabited by these people. In fact, maybe this was the second or third tenant since we left. That thought, that strangers are living in the place I loved, is heavy every time I stared at the house. Continue reading “Evicted.”

You Can Never Go Home

“Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn’t stop for anybody.” ~Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being A Wallflower

My professor gave us an example. She made us remember what it was like, to leave hometowns to study for college. Then, when we come back, it’s a whole different story. There are new stores all around, new buildings, even new faces. And maybe, if you notice that nothing has changed, then maybe it’s you that have changed. Continue reading “You Can Never Go Home”