Metamorphosis. It's a mesmerising word, really. I can just see the kaeidoscope of colours that that word should, by all rights, bring to the world. Instead, metamorphosis, the beautifully intriguing word that it is, means nothing of beauty or colour, or anything in the least bit mesmerising. Rather, it is another word for change.
Change is a frightening thing. If you think about it, the tiniest little change, could upturn your entire life. Change is also, a lot of the time, beyond your own control, but somehow... All important, in the course of your life. A tiny decision, a tiptoe off the usual path, eternally alters life as you know it, whether for better or for worse.
You can tell me that change is good, you can tell me that change is normal. I will still hate it.
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First off, sorry readers for neglecting my blog for over 2 weeks. As most of you would know, I've had exams and whatnot going on, so I haven't really spent as much time as I should have on my blog. Gomen nasai. That being said, I also seem to be suffering from a peculiar form of writer's block. I have about a dozen drafts, all of which sound terrible. The spiel of writing that you see above is the least shitty draft that I had.
I will attempt to post again tomorrow, to make up for missing the last two Wednesdays in a row. Although, it may just be another stream of consciousness, because I really lack inspiration at the moment.
And so I bid you good morrow, with these fine words:
Yes, Ash Ketchum does live in Pallet Town.
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