The Seasons of Growth
Every Man,
Was Once A Boy.
Boy Later Grows Up,
Like The Man.
Then that means:
Everything is in flux,
said a wise man.
This sparked an idea.
If that is so, then everything is in flux,
and that everything has to change.
Each iteration growing,
constantly adapting, improving,
differentiating from the previous.
Because that's how the world works,
as his grandson exclaimed.
and so to grow up means to adapt,
to change, and to mature.
a guy once said something
similar to this, i believe?
i don't remember.
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