What is experience?
You are never what you were. Experience changes you. It is the awl that constantly chips away at the marble, refining the details of your being from the day you are born until the very last minutes of your life. Like fragments of rock, the small bits of ineptitude that are removed each day by your experiences will never be a part of you again. You cannot glue shavings of marble back on, should they be mistakenly removed. Likewise, once you have experienced something, it is permanently part of your past.
When you are born, you are a simple block. Now, no two blocks are the same—each has unique swirls, chips, and rough spots—predispositions, if you will, to what you may become. They will always remain with you, but it is experience that truly defines you. By the time you die, your experience has sculpted from that block distinct figure, a statue of your life.
Experience is why the old are wise. It is why the young are naïve. It is why soldiers may be solemn, and why rock stars may be wild. Experience is not a part of life. It is life.
Immerse yourself in your experiences...be a part of your life.
Current Mood: Thoughtful
Listening To: "Human" by The Killers
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