Going Through Metamorphosis

We all are going through metamorphosis. Some of us are sure about it. Some of us are completely unaware.

The people who are aware of it may not be so proud of the change or even if they are proud of it, other people, the friends, relatives are not so sure about the future of metamorphosis. The people around a guy, who is aware of the metamorphosis, express cynicism, express anxiety… as a result of which more and more people express doubt about his metamorphosis and his vision gets cluttered.

What do we want? Do we like a static mundane existence? Do we all wait days after days, months after months, years after years? Instead of accepting the inevitable change in us, we try to mimic stability. When can we accept the inevitable? When can we accept the fact of metamorphosis?

We all are going through metamorphosis. Every moment is changing us to a newer version of ourselves.

Do we have any other choice?