everything & nothing

Everything is fleeting.

At what point in our lives do we stop being ourselves? What does that even mean? When someone says that to me I kind of just want to ask them “who am I?” or “who was I?” rather. As if anyone else knows you better than you know yourself. That is an impossible feat. No one can know you better than yourself, no one hears your thoughts day in and day out, no one knows exactly how that piece of hair falls in your face, no one knows how you got every single scar on your body, hell, half the time you can barely recall those things. So the answer to the question is “at no point”. At no point do we stop being ourselves. We are humans, it is natural for us to constantly evolve, constantly adapt, and constantly change as the things around us force us to do so. With every death, with every birth, with every tear, with every burst of laughter, with every kiss, with every bruise, with every word that dances off our tongues, we change. I am no longer the same person I was when I first sat down to write this and you are no longer the same person you were when you first sat down to read this. Change is the only constant.