Moments
We sometimes reach a turning point.
Where it is located, everyone knows. Suddenly, one day, the realization strikes in the high notes of our existence: the time has come for changes.
Changes are necessary.
The static nature of being exists only in death.
That’s how we are most intimately connected with ourselves - in death.
But that wasn’t the point. It was supposed to be about changes.
So, I’ve come to the conclusion that changes are essential for full development of existence. Are the changes that occur in a barely noticeable way for us, those quite small changes are significant enough that, all in all, they make us someone completely different? The butterfly effect, I think. Every moment, every single breath. Every uttered sentence inexorably brings us closer to transforming into the entity we haven’t yet known but have already lived through.
In the clutches of time.
In the astonishing transformation of everything familiar.
We become.
I wonder what 60-year-old me would say to 20-year-old me. Each of us living our life in the way we know how. Taught by parents, acquaintances, circumstances, and billions of moments in which we’ve experienced emotions. Good or bad. These moments are the building material of our lives. Thanks to them, we paint a picture on which, after the last brushstroke by the author, nothing more will change. What will that picture be? Beautiful? Repulsive? Full of joy and hope? Or filled with bitterness and envy? Moments weave our days. Let’s seek out the best ones
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