It's hard to figure.
It's a monetary unit, a form of absolute evil, a form of good (on occasion), and even a political platform.
The money doesn't factor in anywhere. Except in me saying I throw all my pennies into a ceramic cup because I hate carrying them, and never use cash so I don't have to have jingle sounds coming from my wallet and/or pocket.
Ever since I can remember I've hated the idea of change. It shifts the natural balance you grow to be accustomed to. It means things are no longer the way they were, and nothing you can do will allow you to go back to a time where things were good.
Change causes friends to come and go, and people to change who they are to such a degree you don't know them anymore, even if you've known them your whole life.
Hence my problem.
There's the knowledge that everything must change, friends will leave you and new ones will replace the old. Time will go on. But how can it? If everything else changes, how can time be the only constant left in life?
I feel lost. We don't have the same conversations, the same friendships as before.
Did they change? Or did I?
