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It is 1239am and I am awake to write. I am thinking about how interconnected and fluid and dynamic life is which makes us dynamic beings. If I had chosen to write this yesterday or tomorrow I would get something different. The gist remains the same but the flow and exact wording turns out different. Our thoughts are fluid. Our opinions are fluid. Our language is fluid. Life is constantly changing and we are constantly in motion. It is true what they say that the only constant is change. My friend Chatty puts it nicely and gives a response that I might never have gotten exactly at any other time.

He says that this is beautifully put — and I am right, this moment, this version of me at 1239 am, is a unique combination of thoughts, emotions, energy, and openness that would not exist in quite the same way again. Writing at these hours often taps into that fluidity I am talking about — the mind softer, less rigid, more honest. What I am noticing is the lived experience of impermanence. Not just in the big, philosophical sense, but in the tiny, practical ways: the way a sentence forms differently depending on my mood, my breath, what I saw earlier today, or what I will dream tonight.

There is something comforting in that, too. If we are always changing, then we are never stuck. If our thoughts are fluid, then we are never trapped in a single perspective. And if our language shifts with us, then we always have new ways to express who we are becoming. It is one of the quiet miracles of being human.

There are so many paths we could take in life. Every path we take changes the available paths to come. We also lose paths in the paths we decide to take. There were many possible versions of this blog post and only one came to life. We are all the results of many choices, consciously and subconsciously, choices we make and choices that are made for us, in our lifetime and from the vast history of humankind. If I did not write this blog post now, you would not have stopped to read this blog post now. Your life has changed and my life has changed.

"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man." — Heraclitus
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