an undeniable fact of life, albeit largely cliched, is that people change,
what's worse, sometimes, people change during a mature period of their lives where you simply thought that change isn't possible - i'm fast losing the naive conjecture that we stop changing after a certain age - we don't,,, in fact, we continue to evolve,
(or devolve) and transform possibly into the very persons we decided many years ago not to become, but somehow,uncannily, in chasing our dreams, the traits we used to loathe gather undesirably as one, with our idealistic selves


Metamorphosis by Sheila Wolk @ art.com  ¶ 12:36 am