"Changed" in its elementary form is good. I feel like I have changed a lot in my life. I have so many things left to change that seem so rudimentary to a common day; things that may be simple to so many. Why can't I conquer these changes? Where is the far-reaching-thought-provoking ideas and dreams that I had when I was younger? When did they leave me? I have to admit that they are still there...dormant in the recesses of my mind; surfacing when stimulated by any sense familiar or dream born.
In truth, I remit a few moments that I have wished to be smoothed away on the stubbed surface of time passed, but other than that they are experience in its ignorance and infancy. I find myself looking deeper. There is something great and mystical about being alive, constantly accumulating. I know that if and when I am old and dying, when my teeth are gone, my eyes shut wide open, when taste has surrendered to my tongue its last favor, and my mind rendered an empty box that my vivacious soul will remember what I have done, and I will come to the same conclusion that I have come to today...
I have learned and learn. Feel free to substitute any other action verbs you have.
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