Not who I was

originally posted September 3, 2007


When I stop to consider the finite nature of my being, I come to the place where I really envy the timelessness that is God. I mean, every experience, every chapter in our lives is static; it has a beginning and an end. As I grow older, I begin to realize how much I hate this. Every day, people come in and go out of our lives and we are to them forever as we were at that moment. I, for one, know that I will not be tomorrow who I was yesterday, let alone four years ago. I've wished so many times that I could re-meet those who've made a cameo in the story that is my life so that they could think of me as I am rather than who I was. I mean, I like to think I'm changing for the better but who's to say, I suppose... When others are involved, it's all relative after all.



"I've been thinking maybe I should let you know that I am not the same. I've not who I was."