I am no longer young, but I am not old. I have so many experiences that have colored my perspective. I am no longer naive or innocent. I have changed; some may say for the better, others may say for the worse.
I am no longer who I was a year ago or five years ago or thirteen years ago, but the people who shaped me and my memories are still stacked inside of my soul. I am still overly emotional, yet I have a kind and loving heart. I have been damaged by my past, but no longer do I want that to define me.
I have heard in Chinese pottery, cracks are sealed with gold to remind us that our scars are what make us beautiful. I’m no Frankenstein’s monster, but I am changed. I am no longer naive and innocent.
Time alters all the things; it can erode mountains and change people. I have indeed been shaped by time and experience.