I’ve changed. I asked a question and in its answer I discovered more than I thought possible. The memory of my old self feels like a shadow in a clear pool of light.
A confession
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I’ve changed. I asked a question and in its answer I discovered more than I thought possible. The memory of my old self feels like a shadow in a clear pool of light.
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Life is fickle in how it changes. For me it is always like a thief in the dark and I don’t realize it until it is over.
I know what you mean. One day I just wake up and realize I’m not the same anymore.
the older I get the more shadowy my past becomes . . . wait! In the shadows, perhaps. good take on the prompt
Oh, I like this. Love the way you’ve woven these words into this really deep realisation.
“The memory of my old self feels like a shadow in a clear pool of light.” – I like this…beautiful result of a good kind of confession.
This is lovely.
Deep and thought provoking. I like it (and for some reason the WP button didn’t work, oh well).
The best so far. Thank goodness we do grow and change. Great read.