Two years. Two years ago today (yesterday?). It depends how you count the days or what you consider to matter. In my mind, I still see it more as November 4, 2008 that changed everything. Or maybe it didn't actually change anything. No, that's utter nonsense. It changed a hell of a lot and I know that. Hell, it got me where I am today. If it wasn't for that night, that kiss, I wouldn't be the person I am today.
That changed things. Just about everything about me has changed in the past two years. They say that every seven years, every skin cell of your body is replaced. So every seven years, you are an entirely different person, if only physically. Maybe I haven't changed all of my skin in the past two years, maybe for the most part, I'm physically the same person. But in every other way, I have changed entirely.
I have rebuilt myself, my character, my personality entirely--more than once--over this span of time. Who I was that day two years ago would bitterly despise the person I am today. In a way, that's frightening. But at the same time, it offers a certain comfort. It means that I am still changing, still evolving, maybe it's for the better, maybe for the worse, but at least it is changing.
"This too shall pass." I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. But what I do know is that it isn't permanent. That there is always hope for something else to happen, to change. Certain things I would love to keep the same forever. But on the whole, at least I know that things will not stay the same forever, that they will change, that something new
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