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Living is mere Change
I looked in the mirror. I saw an old face with wrinkles and haphazard hair, grey and thin. The face was wearing spectacles, not old fashioned but not modern. It was a face that I hardly recognised, that I would not find friendly if I passed it in the street. I wondered about that old man.
I read my writing. My writing is my thinking, organised and ordered. Some of my thinking seemed so different from how I think now. I could not remember twhat I had thought and how I had thought it. I hardly recognised it. I wondered about it.
I looked at my hands. They were rough but the blood vessels stood out on the back of them. The fingers were broken and scarred, and my nails were thick and hard. I did not recognise them, and wondered how they still manage to serve me.
I looked at the clouds crossing the sky. I saw them though my window. They have not changed. They shape and move as they have always shaped and moved.
The shapes and tastes of my life have changed. Living is mere change and the longer that I live the more I shall change.
Filed under: climate change Tagged: change, death, living, philosophy 
Source: http://robertkyriakides.wordpress.com/2014/03/15/living-is-mere-change/
