Throughout life you pick up simple habits. Sometimes they last forever, sometimes they last only for a duration of time when the situation has passed.
The way she pushes her bangs away from her face, though they’ve grown all the way out and tied up into a neat, workplace bun.
The way he hits the switch on the wall, though his younger sister is no longer afraid of the dark.
Habits can form for no reason whatsoever, yet they can be all the reason you change.
The way he sneaks out of the house at night, though he no longer lives with his parents.
The way she shuts her door all the way, though she knows nobody is home.
They aren’t really habits though, in a sense, it’s a part of their life now.
The way she clutches at her bag in the Paris subway, though there’s nobody around to rob her.
The way he checks for his lighter, wallet, then keys, in that order, though he has quit smoking three months ago.
When you loose a habit, that chapter of your life has ended.
The way he no longer reaches for his crutch when standing up.
The way she no longer holds her hairband in her teeth when tying a high pony.
Then a new habit begins, without you even realizing it.
The way she keeps her hand over her pocket to feel for her phone vibrating.
The way he keeps his head low, watching the ground with great care.