Changing my mind

As the world changes around me, I cling to my thoughts for security. 
Hoping they will remain steadfast and hold me still. 
Yet again and again.
I change. 

I change my mind. 
I change my attitude.
I change my preference. 
I change my opinion. 
I change my hair. 

I worry. 
On the surface, others’ minds and decisions look so still, so steady, so decided. 
I am wrong. 

Change is the essence of life. 
Within us. 
Around us. 
Between us. 

Change is what bonds us.
Stillness is a dream.


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A poem by Mickey Anderson
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