I suppose much can be said about any one and any thing..
Personalities change, moments wash over us like waves and shape us into the people we gradually become.
An unchanged element of myself, one that I can surely mention with no regret, is that I have always enjoyed a cup of tea at the end of the day, which has always been a landmark, signaling something more than just the action itself. A ritual.
A point in time where I have finally finished what I should be doing, been patient with whomever I should have been kind with, thought about all the minor or major details which constitute a day and can finally savor the private moment of being completely and utterly myself, silently, in the privacy of my own home, in the company of fine music, no strings to tie or untie, nothing to bear but barely being content.
“We always know what we mean by our words, and so we expect others to know it too. Reading our own writing, the intended interpretation falls easily into place, guided by our knowledge of what we really meant. It’s hard to empathize with someone who must interpret blindly, guided only by the words.”