Grow. To me that means an increase. Increasing, yet never stopping.
Lots of things grow. Hair. Nails. Size. Girth. Relationship. Rumours. Tumours. Lies. Gossip.
And people. People grow. I grow. Not only have I grown from a tiny cell into an embryo. I’ve come from nothing into something. I’m a “grown up” now, yet I’m still growing.
Sure, my body is one thing. But that’s only one aspect of growth. That’s just the outside.
What about my inside? Growth needs to happen internally. Beneath the exterior shell, lies what’s real. It’s what keeps me going everyday. What helps me to wake up and make the effort because I think that my life is worth it.
Some of my talents have grown. I say some, because really, the ones that I have used, and practiced have all grown. The ones that I have lay down by the wayside, put on a semi-permanent pause, have all faded. Died, really.
That’s what can happen when growth stops. I don’t even want to stop growing. I’m not ready yet to quit on life. Some days are hard; some days are easy. But it’s not worth stopping just yet. I strive to keep growing, keep going.
If I stop growing, then life comes to a halt.
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