All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France
They say that nothing endures but change; that change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix…
But just because everything is different doesn't mean anything has changed, does it?
Who knows what will rise from the ashes