"The more things change, the more they stay the same.. I'm not sure who first person was who said that, probably Shakespeare.. maybe Sting. But at the moment is the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inhability to change.
I don't think i am alone in this. The more i get to know other people, the more i realize it is kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same, for as long as possible, standing perfectly still. It feels better somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took the leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected.. who knows what other pain migh be waiting out there?.. Chances are it could be even worse.
So, you maintain the status quo, choose the road already travelled, and it doesn't seem that bad, not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict, you're not killing anyone.. except maybe yourself a little.

When we finally do change, i don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden you're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that, the kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they look really really close, which.. thank god, they never do.
But you notice it, inside you that change feels like a world of difference, and you hope that it is.. That this is the person you get to be forever.. That you'll never get to change again... ."