I can remember way back when, when I didn’t think about anything else than the little dumb stuff that was happening in my little dumb life. Oh, and girls, I thought a lot of the other gender.

I absolutely despise how entirely close minded I was way back then, I didn’t even half care about anything that I think about now. The universe was a dead place, the Earth didn’t move, trees and landscapes and moons and sunsets were entirely taken for granted, life, death, love, nature all went unpondered, and art was, perhaps, maybe, something to admire, not anywhere near worth my time to create and spend time over.

I suppose, for the time being, I am content with my growth, but I look forward to the more of it that will undoubtedly come, for we never truly stop growing, even if it seems like we’re done with it.