I change. I change like the seasons. My ideals shift. My inspirations cling then let go. My ambitions are filled then are bare. My aspirations sprout then shrivel. My goals turn from green to brown.
And vice versa.
Just when I feel like all is lost and that change is the end of me, ideals shift in my favor; new inspirations cling to my creations; bare branches fill with crisp ambitions; aspirations bud again; and what was once brown and barren gushes green as fresh goals are set.
The trick is not keeping things from changing, the trick is knowing what changes and how it has changed.