2 a.m.

The Same River Twice

Heraclitus once said;
"You could not step twice into the same rivers; for other waters are ever flowing on to you."
We are constantly changing.
Everyday,
in some way,
in some aspect,
in some sense,
we have changed from the person we were once before.
While I agree with Heraclitus,
in the sense that we are forever changing,
I disagree with the stance,
that this change constitutes that we have warped into something else completely,
than what we once were.
We are constantly changing.
From the length of hair on our heads,
to the weight on our bones,
from the distance we stand from the earth beneath us,
to the way we think.
We are changing.
Things we once perceived in one way,
have changed to another.
People we once looked at with admiration,
bring floods of anger and waves of disdain,
just by their memory.
We change as we experience new things,
from the way we perceive hugs when they only mean saying goodbye without a passing thought,
to a source of inexplicable comfort and peace,
when they come from the person who you are in love with.
We change in different ways,
which weave and construct the things that make us unique.
From the things that make us smile,
to the things that fill us with fear,
from the things that fill our bodies with laughter,
to the things that in an instant, can hurl us back into the deepest, darkest, loneliest places we have ever been.
From the way words gain new semblance,
when they share meaning between you and a person you love,
to the way certain words pierce your soul and make you recall,
things you beg to forget.
In these things,
we are changing.
Heraclitus once said;
"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man."
I have changed,
for the better,
Thank goodness I have.

January 24th, 2019