Sometimes

Hardly anything is constant, is it? Something always seems to change. One day you may like it that your hair is brown, but tomorrow you may be infatuated with the idea of blue hair. Maybe you used to hate piano practice, but now you can't stop playing. You don't wear the same style of clothes you wore in grade school (I hope). You listen to different music than you did when you were five years old. Yesterday maybe you didn't want to walk in the rain because you would ruin your suede shoes, but today you're willing to ditch the flip flops and splash through a puddle.

And so this post is about sometimes. Sometimes you can't stop laughing, sometimes you can't stop crying. Sometimes you're dying to be with people, sometimes they just won't leave you alone. Sometimes words flow, sometimes the well is dry. So what do we do, when everything always changes? When nothing is the same? When what you see is not familiar, when who you're talking to you've never talked to before? What do you do?