Always

Something changed.

Doesn't it always?

Yes, it really does. Whether we want it to or not, whether it's for the better or for the worse, it changes. Everything changes. Nothing ever really stays the same. Maybe we want it to, maybe we don't. But I guess one of the few things that ever really stays constant is the fact that nothing ever really does.

That's one of those facts of life. It's almost like the fact that there are exceptions to everything. Everything including that point. So does something not have exceptions then? Well, there's another one of those paradoxes that sometimes just come up.

The fact of the matter is, some things happen. Maybe they just happen, maybe we cause them directly, maybe neither, maybe both. In the end, does it really matter? No. It doesn't. Ultimately, we all live and we all die, we lead out our pathetic excuses for lives to a conclusion and that's it. It's over. It doesn't matter anymore.

So why the hell does it have to matter so much now? Why is it that while we're here, we're pushing ourselves through this hell, through this misery and agony, trying to make sense of it all. Because in the end, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't work the way we read about in stories. Life is just that...life, no hidden meanings, no excuses. Just that.