When change is inevitable, for better, or for worse

Environment, time, and circumstances. Add them up, mix them a lil, and we get change.
People change over time. People change when environment around them changes. People change due to change in circumstances.
For the better. Or for the worse.

A year ago, I clearly remember I was awed, and shocked when I saw my sister actually got down her car to “reason” with another driver that took her parking.
I couldn’t imagine myself doing such things. Not me. I’m generally the kind that would let it be. Avoid confrontations whenever possible. Hence, some say I tend to get bullied this way. Because I try to avoid confrontations, people take advantage from that.
And although fully aware, I never see them as that big a deal.

Recently though, I scared even myself.
Last Friday, I actually did exactly that. I parked my at the side, got down, and got into an argument with that effing inconsiderate driver who took the parking spot, all these while I have signalled and waited way before he came.
Neither my sis (then) nor I (the other day) got the parking spot back.
But I guess the point is, I was actually so angry that I literally got out of my car to reason with those uncivilized bunch, something I would not have done a year ago.
What’s more funny, all these while my boss was in my car. And for the weirdest reason, she was laughing all the way.
What drove me to act that way, I have no idea. Perhaps I have reached my tipping point, and I’ll simply not take all these bullshit. Perhaps I just want to let them know I wouldn’t go without a fight. Although knowing full well it’s a losing battle, I was just refusing to go down without a fight nonetheless.

Much has changed since a year ago.
Sometimes, it feels like it was only yesterday that I was still in Melbourne, studying with my sister to the wee hours.
Yet, other times, my memory of my life for the past few years seem like a distant past, a blurred memory.

Change of circumstances force people to adapt. Or quit.
Some adapt and change. Others move on. I adapted. For I believe evolution is driven by people, and things that adapt and change, to survive.
Yet, there are times where I sat down, and ponder on that million dollar question; Is all these, subconsciously, taking its toll on me?
Did I perhaps made the right choice, rationally, but the wrong choice, by heart?
Would I get there? Would I be happy when I get there?
Fact is: I don’t know. And I wouldn’t now. But I would, one day. When the future becomes the present, it would be the time for me to find out.
The only question is: Would it be too late then?