Brand new

Everything, with the passage of time, becomes new, not old.

Stars, the moon, days resemble rotine, but are really, fresh new. There’s novelty all the time in minutes, in seconds, in time.

Feelings seem to be tired, ancient, but sparkle from a new angle when they’re closed observed.

People, frequently, introduce themselves with the same name, seem to be old friends, but rather, they’re others, they’re new.

Coming and going to the job, steps, behavior, and deeds are repeated again and again, but only on the surface, it’s new, deep inside. Everything with the passage of time is always, brand new.

Nevertheless, it’s need not to be tired or hopeless. It’s need not to rock the boat. Not to cry over the spilt milk. Go shopping, picking up inside each person, each response, each time of year, each check in.

Purchase, look into, and stare at. It’ll be very ease, you’ll find, to see a new glow, a new adornment and a new response.

And do not give me that: “not teach an old dog new trick”.