Almost five years later, I’m standing in the same spot, taking the same picture.
Everything here is still the same; the past frozen in the eternal present.
But life has changed many times. I have changed.
Did I change?
Isn’t there a part of me, just like these stones, that remains unchanged by anything external or internal? A constant in an otherwise infinite fluctuation of moments and experiences?
My very own states of being, emotions, actions, reactions, thoughts… they all change all the time.
But it’s still “Me” standing here observing… Still here, in the same spot, in a moment lost in time.