The winds of change, blowing through my childhood. What changed, and what stayed the same? Sometimes, it’s hard to tell. I still have needs. I still have wants. I still bad days. I still have good ones. But the winds of change keep blowing, and it’s hard for me to tell. Winds blow, from south to north, west to east, and up to down, or down to up. What changes, is that I see things differently. I am different. I see some things more clearly, and I see others, less so. I see myself, changing, and others, still working on themselves. I see our hearts, intertwined for a moment, and now, apart. I see things. I hear things. Differently, and, the same.
This is the change of childhood: the world has changed. But my heart has stayed, equal. It has begun to flourish, in this day. It has chosen, the path, of light, over that of, darkness. It has, become, whole, moreso, now, than ever before. But one thing, stays, the same: our need. Our need, for our parents. Mother. Father. We need them. But do we ever talk to each other, anymore? Through light, or love? Our parents need us. We need them. It is important, not to change, this. Be the same. Be with one another, in love. Cherish the family, while you can. Tell your parents, wherever they are, on earth, or in heaven, that, you love them. Be with them, in this way, forever. Take part in, their love, once more. Be yourself, and everything, will be, okay.
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