I am trying, desperately, to get used to this thing called change---trying, desperately, to understand that a little change, in opportunities and habits and even, sometimes, in friends---might even be the better thing. So it might mean not seeing a good friend for a long time---or it might mean facing a fear. But throughout every change there is the same, vibrant strand running through, stitched so hard you can't quite pull it out---there is hope. These changes, every one of them, are all shrouded in it. And what is better than that? The understanding that these changes, these hopeful changes, all happen in the pursuit of something else---happiness.