It was my birthday (though we were celebrating our second anniversary) and I certainly got myself tons of gifts, in the form of friends and family. We opted not to take any souvenir items with us on the way home from Eden, but those memories will forever be fresh in my memory. 
“If I had a day to give you, I’d give you a day just like today.”
While on my way to work, I was talking to a former blocmate via text messaging. The usual “hi” and “hello’s”digressed to talks of her upcoming graduation, and my relationship. Since we were both stuck on traffic, having someone to talk to was way more fun than staring at my co-passenger for God knows how long. And I somewhat found consolation knowing that although we were at both ends of the country (she was in Manila, and I was at Bankerohan inhaling all the fumes from the jeepney next to the one I was on), we were both facing the exact same dilemma at that particular instant (i.e. getting to work on time despite of the uncooperative traffic situation).
When I told her that being employed is much better because it means that I have more control over my life, she laughed and told me that it wouldn’t change much for her because she always had control over her life anyways. Then she said (almost as an afterthought) that “change is good“.
Which leaves me to ponder: do we refer to change as something good because we readily assume that it has gotten us to a better place in our lives than before change happened? Or is it just something we embrace knowing that we have moved on, instead of being stuck somewhere? Change could be very superficial. You cannot look at change by face-value, there has got to be different layers to it.
For me, I take comfort in the fact that change means more options for me to explore and it also serves as an avenue to expand my horizons. I guess change should be a means to the end, rather than the end itself.
