Stranger in My Skin

Each morning when you wake up you are a totally different person from the one who fell asleep the night before…..the week before…..the month before…..the year before…..the decade before…..the partial life before.  Sleep does tricky things with our consciousness while we sleep, and the individual who wakes up the next morning is not precisely the same person who crawled blissfully into bed the night before.  We are constantly changing even if we don’t realize it, and those changes are cumulative and render us markedly different even if the person in the bathroom mirror looks achingly familiar and the clothes we wear fit exactly the same as before. Time changes us; it changes everyone; we exercise zero control over it irrespective of futile attempts to alter its trajectory.  I will be a different person tomorrow than I am today and so will you.  That said, most of these changes are internal as opposed to external, thus they are not readily apparent to eyes that are unvaryingly pointed in an outward direction.

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