It's scary to pick up all the subtle changes in your life. Things you used to hate turn out to be fairly interesting and slightly tempting. The sudden lost of real identity and the overwhelming fear of uncertainity just won't scream the word 'good'.

Life is more or less a merry-go-round. A lot of people picture it to be sensational because of the scenery. I suppose the real point or rather, the problem, lies not in the constant change of view, but the fact that it never proceed. It's just a stupid toy that goes round and round without making any actual progress. When you enjoy the ride, you're just fascinated by the illusion that you're doing something different THIS time instead. The change is minute yet symbolic to you. You trick yourself into believing that the nuiances matters, like when you change even a little bit in the parallel world, you can change the future. The butterfly effect, of course, and the best part is you don't have to concern the concequences in the real world.

News flash, you're wrong. There's nothing mysterious or romantic about it, but a huge hole of deception and hypnosis.

The best solution is not to keep riding the horses and hope for the upcoming yet-to-be-determined changes, but to get off its back and leave the playground