People take such pride in saying “I’m still the same.”
Poor soul. As the world is fleeting, as time is passing, as life goes on, we change. We change. We either improve and shine or lack luster and dim. And if you’re staying the same, it’s as if you’ve diminished. No one should stay the same; everyone should change, everyone should grow in one way or another, and everyone should move from where they were once standing. Poor soul. You take such pride in staying the same as the world and its inhabitants are fleeting and changing and growing. How sad that you take such pride in staying the same. How sad that you’re not changing and improving and growing.