I had my hair cut the other day on impulse. I have kept that hair style for more than ten years. and it took guts to get rid of it and at last it didn’t turn out the way I want it to be, but I was still happy with what I did and was fully aware that I would find a way to live with that.Luckily,of course, the hair will grow longer.

And all my friends, about my new image, they say nice things, and some of them, I can tell, they mean it. and by the end of that week, the short hair grows on me.

I begin to love it.

I need change.

It never occurred to me that I was the kind of person who was incapable of change until I was a graduate student six years ago. And as time went on, I came to realize the fact. In my entire life, I did things on purpose to keep me from changing, I hate it when things around became different, I want them to stay the same way all the time. But change is always happening. I grow up, I meet new people, I learn new things. I was reluctant to change in the first place, but I have to, and most of the time, I wind up with a better me. Now I became a different person in a big way than I was 4 years ago after I graduate. I like more who I am now.

I just did not notice that in the past, but now I do. It is a great thing, like hope, which makes life wonderful and colorful.

Carry with it wherever you go, and it'll surprise you someday.