Can we really change or we just simply showing off all those small bits of knowledge we are accumulating during years without actually loosing connection with our roots? Feeling like ages ago, but unaware reacting like a foreigner, molded and sculpted by all those well learned impulses we got. Trapped into past, afraid from transforming. But couldn’t help but wonder: if we would really exit past wouldn’t we kick in all we are, all that made us, and leading further?!
Ugh, sorry for all these ramblings. I was just really thinking these days about how we are changing during our life, how long the road is till we transform into something we might never expected.