Time

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to weep and a time to laugh; a time of war and a time of peace. A time to love and a time to hate; a time to mourn and a time to dance. A time to hurt and a time to heal; a time to remember and a time to forget. A time which creates and a time that destroys; a time that's lost and a time that's found. A time that's cherished and a time that's cursed; a time that's real and a time that fades with time. Yet, there will be time and it shall pass by, if not with time then without time.

It's how it is

To walk with a change is like taking babysteps. There's a little trembling, some downfalls but in the end, utter joy. Surviving that change also brings a similar feeling. Every change might be difficult to surpass but not impossible. And eventually, when you realise change will be at your door every now and then, you can't help but accept it. Maybe, it's there for a reason. Maybe, it'll make you happier. Ofcourse, there are probabilities of it going the other way too but looking at the brighter side is a better option always. Not to sound too optimistic, it works. The probabilities get higher than what they were. And anyway, what's the harm in keeping both the sides equal? It's how you look at it. Even if one fails, Perseverance is greatness. Adhere to it and it'll be yours. Then, obstacles will be challenges and change, your partner for life.