Change

One Summer when I was no more than eight, me and my family had gone to visit my grandparents in Colorado for vacation. My grandfather, an adventurous man decided to take me and my brother out for a walk. We walked on a nature path and through woods. After about a half hour later we reached a steep hill. I was far too tired to try and walk to the top. But my grandfather assured me that the what's on the other side will be worth all the struggle. And to this day he was never more correct. After reaching the top I could see the other side, a large calm river filled with big black flat rocks. The rocks were big enough that at least five people would be able to sit on them. That's exactly what we did. Some people were already there, children running around the trees that soared high. It took a while to take it all in. Finally when it was time to go home, my grandfather told me that one day he would bring us back here and we would all have a picnic.


Now present time, my grandfather has been diagnose with cancer. And the path that leads to the river was destroyed and turned into a road. So maybe I will never have that picnic near the river. Change, it can be quick and scary thing. Some people never want to change, and  some people are dying to change. I am neither. I don't want nor want to change. I just let life take me where it wants me to go. And I don't mind. To this day I never knew what happened to that river, my grandfather still remembers the promise he made. But even though I know there's a small chance that this fantasy will come true. Life still goes on.