The thing about life is that it forces you to change. As the time passes, an event, person or situation alters the way your mind functions and to what extent you are open to love. The worst kind of change is the first. The first time your innocence is taken away from you, in whatever the case, be it through abuse of alcohol or drugs, sex, an argument, or a loss; you are no longer the naive little kid that started off their journey through life. And you become tougher and you start building walls and you change in ways that may serve as a protection to prevent yourself from getting hurt again. You start off as a caterpillar and in due time you close yourself off from the world in your own cocoon. It’s up to you to decide whether you choose to leave as a moth or a butterfly.