Complete Mind, Complete Destruction

What does it take, to be complete? How many broken hearts must I suffer? How many hearts must I make suffer?

What do I mean, to be complete? I honestly don't even know. I know though that I am a constantly changing and evolving mind. Perspectives keep changing the way I see things, new experiences change me, creating new relationships...

Losing old friends......

Everything keeps changing, and I with it. I think that I see thinks more clearly now.

But experiences tells me I see so little, as tomorrow I again will change and evolve.

There. Complete. The moment we stop evolving, our final form. How many experiences can I take in? how many should I wish to reach for?

We fools evolve... Of course we do, just not into anything different, just greater and greater fools.

In evolving, an older version of ourself dies each time. Sometimes it is a gentle death, And sometimes and more unfortunately. More violent. The death that unhinges us and tosses us into the arms of despair.

My most recent death was a gentle one. Made gentle by the support of those who care about me. Not alone do I always manage to survive.

Yet every time I change and evolve. It always feels like the last time. I feel complete. But I know I am not. As long as there is more people to met, more places to see, things to do and Experiences to take into us.

We keep on evolving and changing.

Every death a complete destruction. Your old world has changed.

Welcome to the new world.