We change. What we were is subsumed by our present being and the thing we are is not the thing we will become. We are transitory creatures, evolving, dying, and being born again, day after day throughout our lives. We can grow to become strong and benevolent, or we can wither and writhe under the weight of the circumstances of our lives. One thing is certain, we have potential to be helpful, or harmful and the decision is ultimately ours.
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Much Love.
-DJR
