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Nothing Is the Same
Not even you and I
Change is inevitable. Time passes, and all things transform as they are supposed to. This is natural. It’s called growing. Even though our bodies stop growing in young adulthood, we still grow in a different way. We mature and become something more disciplined, more principled, more…wise.
I look at my dad a little differently now. He never said a whole lot to me growing up. Maybe he should have, then again maybe not. Point is: he didn’t say anything he didn’t truly mean. Being in his thirties when I was starting school, he was still learning about life, I guess. Now, he talks nonstop. Well, to me at least. He has a lot to say. He never seemed really smart, but at the same time, I wasn’t seeing the kind of smartness or wisdom that he had earned from life on Earth for well over fifty years. He definitely knows a thing or two about life.
And this wisdom is not something he learned from a book. No book can tell you how to address the various situations that life throws at you. You have to go through these things yourself, or witness others going through them or both.
My dad has seen his brother and sister pass away. He knows life is too short. Yeah, of course. Someone can tell you that but until you have the experiences that prove it to you, those words hardly mean anything. Until you are looking at life…
