Changes

People say the only constant thing in life is change and I should know that better than anyone. I've moved from houses, continents, between groups of people and as a person too I am constantly morphing from one identity to the next. This year has been both good and bad.
Shifting to china was such an eye opener. Meeting people with tangible ambition and that drive to succeed in spite or despite of this tumultuous thing called life changed my perspectives. As did coming to Melbourne and living on my own, getting a proper job, studying a subject which requires you to embrace to world. But the ambivalence, the dread still hits me right in the face every time another change is mentioned. It's apprehension I know but I cannot help but fixate myself in my comfort zones time and time again, and when it is time to shift whether geographically or when the end of a certain activity looms near, it drains out all my energy and enthusiasm. In a while, I will embrace the new changes and revel in them and make them my own but till the ball gets rolling the feeling of being lost keeps resurfacing.
Sometimes I feel like I only hang on to him, because he is the antithesis to my ever-changing life. His stability, his predictability, it keeps it constant. Yet when I am loving the changes the world has to offer and the person in the mirror is so much more mature and grounded then the person I was, I wonder if I need a change. It is my choice to hang on but is it because of true love or because of being so stuck in a place that is so comfortable. Comfort is so hard to come by but it stops you from moving on too becoz you get just too freaking lazy to find anything new or even bother with it for that matter. Could I handle another change, especially in the only sector of my life that is grounded?
John Mayer says nah. Here are the lyrics of a very old song of his, but the simple lyrics speak to you in the way only his music can.
Comfortable:
I just remembered that time at the market
Snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart
And rolled down aisle five
You looked behind you to smile back at me
Crashed into a rack full of magazines
They asked us if we could leave

I cant remember what went wrong lastSeptemberr
Though I’m sure you’d remind me if you had to

Our love was comfortable and so broken in

I sleep with this new girl I’m still getting used to
My friends all approve,
Say she’s gonna be good for you
They throw me high fives
She says the Bible is all that she reads
And prefers that I not use profanity
Your mouth was so dirty

Life of the party and she swears that sheÂ’s artsy
But you could distinguish miles from coltrane

Our love was comfortable and so broken in
Shes perfect
So flawless
Or so they say

She thinks I cant see the smile that she’s faking
And poses for pictures that arenÂt being taken
I loved you
Grey sweatpants
No makeup
So perfect

Our love was comfortable and so broken in
Shes perfect
So flawless
Im not impressed
I want you back

Can changes be good or bad or are they just inevitable?