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You feel vulnerable around me.

And then, of course, tomorrow came.

We do not have to feel the slice of a knife, or see a ghost of a smile, to become aware of the presence of change in the air.

It can come unbidden – silently sneaking up from behind you, subtly tapping you on your shoulder and quickly dropping a whole bag of surprises on you – before making the swiftest getaway no Olympic athlete will ever match.

Or you could see it coming from a mile away – first the faraway wisps of smoke in the air from behind the towering trees, next the faint rumblings akin that of a hungry stomach’s, then the increasing yet persisting tremors under your feet – and finally the offending train comes into plain view, a sight not so easily ignored.

How do you embrace change?
Let it not mow you over like a sack of tomatoes to be served with a dish of mashed potatoes?
Let it not bully you into stepping over a precarious ledge and plunging to your untimely death?
Let it not deceive you into expecting only the worst, with your hopes all vanished and burst?

Oh, how, indeed.

Details of this entry.Sunday, August 30, 2009, filed under Personal.
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