My grandfather has suffered quite a lot in the last few years, his health in constant spirals, he no longer is the man he was ten years ago. It is quite sad observing someone's physical down fall, to see that the 6 am morning runs and swims no longer exist. The sternness of their characters, which force us all to sit up right and grant respect with a kiss on the head or on their dry palms are now overshadowed with pity. When it was once a mix of love and fear, it now resides as Love and Confusion.
The idea that we exist but our former selves die. Who are we really? Living on past experiences, past judgements, past personas it is time that forces a shift in the nature of us all. Time allows us to be present but are we really there? The experience of those around us, their interactions alter from being relaxed and comfortable to confusion. We learn what the new person is all about. We believe that they are the same. But really introductions are inevitable. Hi my name is Lamya I am your grand daughter.
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