Truth is, I’m not good with change. Or maybe I am but I don’t like it. Because it gives you a different feeling. Because it takes you out of your comfort zone. Because it makes you anxious and confused. Because it scares the crap out of you. Change is inevitable, I know. Sometimes, it’s like taking a detour when you are in traffic and you wanted to take a different route. Sometimes, even, it’s too fast a detour that you don’t even know you are taking one until you experience a whiplash. Whiplash can be good; it can be bad. I don’t want to expound on that. But the thing that keeps you sane with all these changes is your support group. The group of people you hold dear that sticks with you even if you make the wrong decisions and experience the bad kind of whiplash. The same group of people who picks you up when you’re too tired to get up from the mistakes you’ve done. The same group of people who never gets tired of listening to the rants who have on how life seems to be unfair; how change can be so tiring. The same group you can not live without. And the same group of people who you would sacrifice for. In the past few months, I have realized that there are but a few friends who would do that for you. Others, they would just come and go in your life and they would only be there mostly for the fun part. I hate change, I do, even if I’m the cockroach that I am. But I thank God for the group of people who stand by me during the changes that I have to go through: my family, my friends and my pillars. I can not thank them enough for making me the person that I am. Thank you!