Changes

I noticed, how things are changing. How I'm getting used to certain situations, or certain feelings.
I wonder if it's a good thing, or a bad thing.
I love how things are progressing, yet at the same time I wish they would stay the same.
Those things that once were special, are they turning trivial?
Those moments that I secretly looking forward to with a fluttering heart, are they turning subtle?
I miss my little steps, and rather than actually reach my destination, probably I'm fine with stepping forever.
Isn't every so often, not progressing is also a progress?

What happened today, they will stay still; they would not go anywhere. Those moments, those words, those feelings. In the future, even how badly you want to recreate them, you won't be able to do so. In the future, things that once special will too, turn ordinary. Eventually, little by little; and before you know it, the feelings that once were there, you will forget it.
Remembering such facts, it's vexing. And so with an aching heart I murmured, perhaps it would be better if I feel nothing at all.

I'm embracing the changes dearly, yet a part of me is left trapped with resentment.