I Meant To Say This Too

This came to me a couple days ago:

I believe people can change.
I have absolute faith in it.

This can happen because its an aspect of the mind.

I think that if you can simply change someone's mind, then people can change themselves.

An opinion, belief, habit, all that is nothing more than someone set in a mindset.
They do this thing or believe this thing, but its not stone.
An opinion, belief, etc. is malleable, flexible yet rigid, but still able to change.

I may not have gotten the shot/forgiveness/start over that I wanted,
but I'm still going to change for the better.
I know what bad looks and feels like.
I know what it feels like to love and yearn and let go and lose large amounts of hope, but never all of it.
I'm going to go up and change from a boy who ran away from home filled with angst into a man who has it under control, a man who looks chaos in the eye and doesn't flinch.
Never again will I mistake what I have with what I hate, especially if the confusion is due to external sources.
I'm not a boy anymore, not a man either, and I must admit this transitional period where I have remnants of both of those stages has contributed to outbursts of emotion and bad decisions...
Outbursts that will even out to eternal passion.
Bad decisions that will still yield rewards for myself, bad decisions that will certainly number in the few compared to good ones. 

These past few months have been so tough. 
People can change. Time changes. Change changes.
The word "change" is getting ugly to type.
I've been in a box before. I'm not meant for that shit.
I stretch and warp and yeah, may go bad a little bit,
yet once I get conscious to my harm, I always get better.
Thats the mantra.

Later Days, Longer Nights