Do we every really change?
Maybe, just maybe all we do is grow.
As the sun sets it will always be the same, yet different each day, never rising in exactly the same place… well, not in our lifetimes anyway.
The way I write has changed, does that mean I have too?
Or have I just grown… Learning from each new mistake, and every one twice repeated.
It crosses my mind who reads what I write and why. For what reasons will my simple musings catch their eye?
I yearn to know things I never will, but that’s what makes each day worth more than the last.