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Change is the only constant. All of us are afraid of change. Deep down, humans are social beings who have been adapting and have made change the only constant in all of humanity's existence. It seems like all of humanity has come to a screeching halt. The technology led evolution has enabled each human being to create for themselves, a perfect world, one where they are their ideal self. We put on masks with the hope of appealing to others virtually when we are incapable of keeping all of us together in the real world. I am not a preacher for change, for most of us have enabled that in our climates. The real action lies out there, outside of that comfort zone that you're so comfortably placed in. I've realized that we, as human beings, are incapable of perceiving change to be good or bad unless we experience it first hand. Change is tough but where there is purpose, there lies meaning. Once you've given change the character of meaning, it will grow, from crawling to running and before you notice, you'll be in the skies. The wings that grew from change, finally have a reason to flap, with the strength to soar higher and higher. Not bringing about a change is equivalent to chaining the pinion of the eagle that lies hurt on your inside. The creature that belongs in the skies is now chained to the ground, by the person that gave birth to the creature in the first place. My blog now takes a new step forward, a change, a much needed one. Change is the only constant. 

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