Immortal Jellyfish

Nobody’s ever the same as

they were a second ago

let alone a month

a year

a decade ago.

All the detritus of

our experience;

all the minutiae of

our ego;

all the bewilderment of

our ability to be

something

when one time we were

nothing,

makes us become

something else

all over again,

and we disallow

ourselves
the chance to be

a true version of

ourselves

no matter when
we might decide to
try to be.

Because the plight of

self-preservation;

of

self-motivation;

of

self-reverence

hinges upon the need to

evolve.

And to evolve

you need to abandon

in small but significant ways

every little bit of you.

Somewhere

a scattered memory

of who you once

were

whispers

wondering

where you went.