Change and Growth are painful, not because we're gaining, but we're losing.

We lose old ideas, old habits and old comforts.

We shed all that has become too heavy to carry onward, wrapped to tight around our heart, that needed to finally breathe.

A mind that had to break loose from the once present chapter. Blank pages had been begging.

Ink aching to write a new road, a new world.

A soul that could no longer deny the taste of something else.

Something that feels true.

Something yet not seen, but it's presence screaming loudly.