Thoughts on a Fool

Some people never change, they never grow, and yet here we are, you in front of my eyes feigning evolution, not realizing that I can see that you are the same seed that had the misfortune to fall from my pouch as I journeyed. The wind has returned you to me, and some how you are unaware that travel does not equate to growth. You cannot see that your lack of struggle has prevented you from reaching your full potential. Somewhere along the way you were made to believe that to move was equal to changing. There was no one to teach you that movement only signals growth if one moves of ones own volition. If one is merely dragged along unwittingly they are no more than the progeny of happenstance. You were carried along while I made my own way. I grew strong from working my way through my journey, while you were merely enjoying the ride. You believe us to be the same, but we are no more the same than life and death. I represent continuity, while you represent finality. You have no more changed than a vessel of water which has been moved from one place to another. Its change in location no more changes its state than your managing to be here changes your wisdom. We are so different in our similarity that it seems almost impossible that we were once one in the same…