bethink oneself of

sometimes I remember the times when I was with everyone who made me who I am. sometimes I think I might grow old in these same shoes. sometimes I want to shout at the top of my lungs that I am thankful. that I care. sometimes I say nothing at all. sometimes I look around and remember how different this all used to be. how these things we used to put so much care into, so much thought and love, so much passion and energy, these things are just sedentary thoughts of non existence. but I still exist, well, at least I think. and not therefor I am. because that is a slimy epoch of what we are. so what am I really trying to say?

well, listen, I only keep thinking of change; change in feeling, mindset,behavior, likes, dislikes, thoughts, wants, needs, looks, actions, inaction's, habits, and of course, all happening within a changing space and time. daily, we are changing. we are the change. I am changing. and I am glad. I prune too easily in stagnant waters and feel sticky when I sit too long. is this to say I want to forever drift, constantly searching? no. certainly not. more so I wish to acknowledge the people that are involved in our collective change. all the thoughts involved in the daily changes that we all experience. we're all struggling on this perception of existence.