1974: I’m 17 years old, half – hammered after “relaxing” with friends, aimlessly walking through Myrtle Beach (South Carolina) at night looking for a bite to eat and whatever else interesting might pop up.
2018: I’m 61 years old, half – hammered after “relaxing” with my wife (& friend), aimlessly walking through Myrtle Beach at night looking for a bite to eat and whatever else interesting might pop up.
44 years between these two events, yet I am the same person in each. The astonishing thing is, I still, quite literally, feel no different.
I am, of course, a very different person, yet somehow I am essentially still the same.
How much do we change by our own effort, how much do we change because of our environment, and how much do we simply stay the same, because that’s who we are?