“The only thing constant about the world is change…”
Change is something that I’ve contemplated about all through my life. A phenomenon seemingly puny by its ubiquity, but mind-boggling by its sheer magnitude & profoundness; it’s been there from the ‘beginning’ and will sure go on, till what they call is the ‘end of eternity’. There are millions, nay zillions of changes occurring by nano-second. However trivial a change might seem to be, it somehow affects each and every organism encompassing the vortex of the planet in its own infinitesimally-insignificant way. (A blown-up version of this school-of-thought is the Butterfly Effect.)
These elevated philosophies remind me of the changes I’ve been going through. Have I changed? The question might seem rhetoric, but has a singular answer. A big fat YES. For good or for bad? This one’s far from being rhetoric, and has a more vociferous response: The sands of time have indeed moulded an innocent six-month old into something of a monstrous apparition, literally & otherwise. (Now… now… I can see that evil smirk on your face) and there’s enough reason to fuel my hypothesis that even the country’s best & costliest psychoanalyst would toe along my lines without much ado. See for yourself…
A 19 year old geek!
And, will I be the same forever? Naah, I’ll keep changing! After all, Mr Obama speaks of “Change we all can believe in!“
Yeah, you guessed it. I’m nuts!