Does our lives change us?
Or we change our lives, like we simply change how we live?

I did like to believe it is the first statement that is the primary source of change.
Why change your life when it is nice and comfortable.
Humans are usually not fond of change, since it encapsulates uncertainty and discomfort.

Over time we just get so used to change, that we might have forgot who we are.
Even if we remember, we might have forgotten those who used to be around us.

Today i looked at my friends, and for a few seconds i unconsciously compared myself to them.
I did not feel inferior, i just felt different.
A whisper hints, "Don't use your friends to define yourself. You are a child of God. And God will be the only person to define you."

I guess i am now struggling with humanity as a whole.
How our traits, flaws, character, and talents can so easily morph without us knowing or noticing.

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Truth be said, i miss a lot of people. In fact tons.
I miss everyone i see.

I wonder how it feels like to see a friend slip by your hands, beyond your reach, and change beyond recognition.
Or simply they changed so much, we are too afraif to face up to it all.
It is as if, someone decide to 'mechanically agitate' the friendship till it is left in shreds, a distorted fashion.
I miss my classmate.
I miss those whom i used to think of.

I dont really miss myself, as in, my old self.
I am extremely contented with my growth, and i did love to live with the growth.
And till this point, i did like to say, i think i changed the most.

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I am here.

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At the end of the day...
I am simply reminded...two thing remains constant in every human,
Our need to be loved,
And Our ability to love.

I was hence reduced to this ONE line...
We are all different, yet similar, unique yet identical.