Change

The ability to change is one of the mile markers between children and adults.

Growing up requires change.  Growing at all requires change!

I age.  I die and even then change continues as I become a more integrated part of eternity.

Children appear to embrace changes, they really have no choice much of the time.

Adults seem to become more rigid as time goes by.  I wonder if rigidity is a foreshadowing of death.

A certain amount of change is constant, but changing some things is so painful people try to believe the need doesn't exist or isn't necessary.  The harder it is, the bigger the toll.

The bigger the toll, the more unpleasant people become.

Like everything else in nature, I get bigger and bigger until it is time to just continue to ripen.  Unlike apples and pears, whether I become softer and sweeter, or rot, has more to do with me than I probably care to think.