Change is constant, never dying. Change is so subtle we "hardly even notice" the "difference", the "shrewd" and "perceptive" and "clever/sly" sbutlety of it's morphology. We change even before we become female egg impregnated with male sperm to conceived embryo to newborn infant to cuddly 1 yr olds to terrible 2's on to the 3-4 yrs olds preparing for the big pre-k/kindergarteners at 5 yrs old. Onward and upward...we change constantly...have you ever asked and wondered? "Do we feel ourselves growing?"
That one thought befuddled my young pre-adolescent mind so much 'till finally when I hesitantly and seriously questioned my (at the moment) very busy dad, "Daddy do we feel ourselves growing?" He replied, "Why do you ask such a silly question? Of course not!"
That answer changed my way of asking about things that really mattered to me! But even that changed when one day he challenged me to, "Never be afraid to ask questions, because only one of two things can happen. The answer will be yes or no, or the answer will be that I don't know. But, if you don't ask, you will never know."
Change.
I adopted that new attitude with a determined gusto to ask and learn, until one day, I was told I was too nosey...oh daddy, please make up your mind...wasn't it you that said it can't hurt to ask?
Change...how did that happen? I thought it would be ok to ask, if I didn't know...and now ...I ask too many questions. I am often asked...do you know such and such about the circumstances of said persons? I am taken aback because I have to say, "Oh you know, I don't ask too many questions."
Change...how shrewd...
Change...how clever...
Change...how sly you are...we grow older as we "keep on living."
That once youthful, devil-may-care mindset has changed to an ever-present state of worry, and care.
Be careful not to spend too much money.
Be careful who you sleep with...
Be careful how you speak to others...
Be careful how you treat others...
Be careful...be careful...be careful!!!!!
Change..How did I change in almost 50 yrs and not feel it coming to this point? How and when did my youthful swish and gait that once turned the eyes of many a fella, now has become the slow and studied steps of a woman afraid to fall and hurt herself? And my once lustrous luscious lips, once plied with sensuous kisses of lovers past now long gone...are only plied with the kisses of eager little children looking for love oftentimes not given enough by their own birth mamas...
Change.. Clever/sly thing that you be.
You are ever constant, never dying....
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