A pattern in the differences.

We exist today because of the beautiful dichotomy between stability and mutability. The replication of genes has kept life possible these past millions of years, and the mutation of them has caused us to evolve all the meanwhile. This balance between change and constancy is probably the most comforting relationship I’ve studied all year, especially in a time where everything feels fleeting.

See, there’s this feeling of being stuck in a loop: At first you can’t tell, because the day-to-day details seem different enough. But then, you start to see patterns on the wall, and you realize that you’re in the middle of something you can’t quite get out of.

These days, I’ll take a breath and drama will arise. I’ll wake up and the world will be on fire; I’ll turn around and the sock on my left foot will go missing. And tomorrow, things will have changed, but it’ll all happen again. As my confusion in all of the universe’s curve balls increases by the second, so does my awareness of all the things that stay the same throughout — it’s the loop, if you will.

People call college a transition period from youth to adulthood, but the truth is, I’m always going to be in a transition period. Change may polymorph into infinite shapes and sizes, but it’ll always be present. “The carousel never stops spinning” (of course I’m going to quote Grey’s Anatomy), which is disturbing but also liberating if I believe that change reinforces constancy. This means that the strongest relationships will survive hardship, and the truest lessons will overcome diversity. This means that the things that are most important to me will at some point show themselves and act as a stable core to the carousel. And above all, it means that I’ll be better off…hopefully.

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