Time seems to do a lot to you.
There it is, a dedicated carver, an artist.... slowly chipping away at you , and making the form emerge more and more vividly.
All in time.
It does so much and there are just those rare moments when you sit back and think admist the everyday rigmarole ....that you realize you are no longer the person whom you used to be.
They call it growing up.
In short you move from innocence to worldliness. For some it comes quick and early. For others it takes a little bit longer.
As kids you worry about things like... Would you be able to save enough money this week to buy a chocolate? Will your mum like the painting you made? Will she find out your secret hidden at the back of your drawer? or maybe get her hands on your diary? Will your friend score more than you or get a prettier dress?
The emotion remains the same..... essentially primitive. That maybe even time cant change. Only the manifestations change. The chocolate turns into a fancy cell phone to the home you want to buy. The secrets multiply. The diaries disappear.... you no longer have "time" to write. The prettier dress turns into a cooler boyfriend or girlfriend, to a better job.
Things you never expected, happen. They do all the time.
Things too change. People come, Some people go. Some go away forever.The place left empty is there forever. The pain softens with time..... and turns into a memory, a teary eyed smile.
New places , new people.... and you arent the same old you either.
People change and so do you. You think that you are beginning to understand yourself. You start seeing reason . Get up close and personal with yourself.
From then on everything changes.
Time.
