Things that are forever, are forever changing.
I google imaged a house i lived in during my childhood. When i lived there, a tree was planted. So tiny. Now it practically covers the front yard. Strangely it was shocking to me to see that giant tree. Like it had trespassed a memory. It’s funny how you hold memories to a “size” of what they were. Have you ever been inside an old childhood home? it seemed so much bigger to you as a kid. It totally makes sense how we see our older pets as still the little babies, or how our parents say things like “i still see you as my little baby.” Our minds do fascinating things to keep a comfort. If there’s one thing that is a practice for me in my life, is to accept how amazing changes can be. Things that are forever are forever changing….
