We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. -ANAIS NIN
ah - Anais Nin. thank you
ReplyDeleteYour Welcome.^_^
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for the comment!