it seems so much has changed...

And yet nothing seems different...

I am forever learning you will never get to the point where you truely can make the statement 'this is it, I know all I need to know'.

I have told countless people about the strange fact of maturing simply means stop declearing yourself as mature... And realize there is always room for improvment... Indeed we all reach the age of 18,21,25 etc and think 'this is it'. I am an adult I can do this thing called life just fine... A year later and call our pass selves fool when we realize we still had so much to learn...

While I think this process slows down as we age, is it just part of our self being to insist we have reached the pinical of our life just to be shown up by our future selves?

I'm not looking for answers, but as a leave another birthday behind me I ponder who I'll be in a years time...

I've always been me, but how I see things change.

Cuttently chuckling to myself as a think of the word change... How it is a powerful word, but when does that power take it's place?

While I might have changed (I question if people want to see that in me but wish to claim hold on the old me they already knew) what if nothing has changed around me, what is the enagement of these two? Oil and water or orange juice and cola?

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Listening to: the eels with man up

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