Sometimes it is incredibly hard to be true to yourself. We are constantly pulled in every direction. You must be this, you have to go here, this is your preordained path. The mountain stands tall now but the stream slowly erodes it away. Like the stream - time sometimes cuts narrow & deep crevices into our lives.
Often we do not fit the snug little box society has deemed adequate. Grow, expand and mature is the forced spoonful we are fed.
Sometimes we ourselves cannot define our own cognizance, our affinity for change. We move, we grow, we adapt. Forever seeking who we are within this enormous universe. A grain of sand trying to understand itself, seeking solace in an uncaring world.
Embrace the winds of change, you cannot grow in stagnation. Be yourself, but do not accept decay as your default state.