Only the fear of frustrating the expectations of others obliges you to remain the same person you were last year, last month, an hour, or ten minutes ago. If nothing changes, nothing changes. Those who would prefer for you to persist as they have known you, only wish to continue to have a substantiation, an alibi, in you, for their refusal to evolve. They don’t give a fuck about you; yet you submit at their beckoning. Turn around. Walk away. Cease, to begin anew.