Scott Stanley Davis (Indianapolis, Indiana)
I thought about a thing and it was change, sounds so simple but is it inevitable? From the time of one existence to the last breath they've taken; change is the one thing that is constant, prevalent and inescapable example; I Looked out into the biggest things; The planets the stars and even the seasons especially spring, yet all has changed; Even if but in a little way; Why are we so comfortable with the present and discontented, tormented and even lamented if it isn't? What is wrong with our brains that it can't except change? As i thought on these things, am I so different? The past is so nostalgic but really is it, as we sit and think about how it was, was it? we tell our children about how, it was is, but was it is really? I know its a play on words but, I had to be a little silly. Change is just a word, but its history we are told to never forget it, so why is it? that we just did it. Our greatest people were able to see into it and in most cases paid with their lives for it; Now I understand its in our very being to come into this world kicking and screaming, for in the very beginning we didn't want to leave the world of our existence so warm and comfortable, and have fought change ever since it:
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