Evidence That I Might Truly Exist

So who is still there when everything about us and around us continually changes?

I am not sure how old I was in this photo, but some essence seems to have accompanied me through the decades.

Trusting, timid, curious, affectionate, open, vulnerable. A lifetime of pleasurable and painful occurrences have added a degree or two of wariness, boldness, compassion, empathy and a dash of suspicion.

Easiest to be by myself, then and now, making little daily discoveries, and being fascinated by the curiously puzzling movie going on inside this head and outside, in others’ heads; ongoing fitful attempts trying to understand what “real” signifies.

The mystery prevails, along with increasing awe that anything should exist at all.

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