This past week I’ve been talking to my friend Noah whom I haven’t seen in years. It is so strange when we depart from people and not see them in years. I mean when I last spoke to him he was 15 and in Plainsboro, NJ, but now he’s 19 and in Montreal, Canada. It’s strange to see how the tides of time change some people. If we weren’t around to see the changes that we ourselves make everyday and came back years later, we too wouldn’t recognize ourselves. I read a book where a girl went in a coma and woke up four years later and didn’t recognize herself, and had to get used to the changes that went on while she wasn’t there to witness them. It’s scarey to think of what could happen in four years or even one year, or even six months to those you love.
I have a lot of stuff I wrote from back then, personal stuff not appropriate for the web, andI can see that I have changed. I don’t remember changing, I don’t making a decision to be different, it just happened. I guess that’s the thing they call growing up huh? To change so much that your former self would be proud of the man you have become. I suppose sometimes it is good that you don’t consciously change because then maybe you wouldn’t want to do it and you would fight the change. Whatever the reason we grow and change, just try and change into the person you always wanted to. I guess that’s where we get the idea to change, to know what we want to become so we change into that person.
