It’s something we do every day but we don’t notice it. The daily growing is too minute in result to notice any difference at the end of each day. But give it some time and then one day you realise your baby’s growing so fast, or your parents are greying quicker than you think, or your body is growing sideways and downwards just a little too much for your liking…
We can’t stop growth. With each breath we take, every decision we make, we grow. Sometimes we regress, sometimes we progress. They are all growth nonetheless.
Growing… am I? But I just said we grow, whether we notice it or not. So I must be growing, even as I type these. I’m growing, even if I don’t feel as if I’m doing that. But why? Why don’t I feel my growth? If growth is taking place within me, surely I would be the first person to see what has grown?
Yet, it is often the people who don’t see you often who notice the growth in you. They are usually the ones who bring to attention of something about you that’s different from the last time they’ve seen you. Without them, you might not even have realised you’ve grown.
Grow… it is something I have no power to stop, and something I will not realise that I am doing until it has been done for a long time. Then I look back to the time the growth took place, and understand that during the time I most likely wished I didn’t have to go through (or that I wished it would never end, depending on how pleasurable that time was), I was growing.
Have I grown?
Yes… but I do not know what is growing within me right now. I shall have to look back at this time in the future, and then perhaps I might know what part of me is growing right now.