“Nobody’s Family Is Going to Change”
But really does anybody ever change? I mean we get older, we get wiser (hopefully) but at the end of the day, at the end of the year, at the end of our lives, do any of us ever change—we might do things a little bit quicker, make a little bit more money, be perceived a little differently in society—but do we really change?
And that’s something comfortable to think about in a way—we get to go back to those memories, those representations in our head—and trust that no matter what risks we take, what pitfalls we fail, whatever trials and tribulations and mistakes, all of those times we made a fool of ourselves, we can go back to warm milk and cookies or moon cakes during New Year’s or whatever.
And for us, to keep our mannerisms, thoughts, ideations, idiosyncrasies—we keep who we are. We self-reflect and yet still stay true to those little things that define us. There’s plenty of people who have our jobs, plenty who have our college degrees, plenty who will have our success, plenty who will have our exact thoughts—but the idiosyncrasies? The accumulation of small things that make life complete in a human, mistake-driven, imperfect sort of way? Friendship, love, and all the like—driven by those little idiosyncrasies that drive us crazy today and then whose absence drives us crazy tomorrow.
There’s a lost innocence to the idea of not changing. Not changing drives those imperfections and terrible habits that we can never seal completely as perfection.
Nobody really changes. Good for them.
