A tracking teacher named Charles Worsham ended a class with the statement that we were leaving the class in a different shape that when we began. “the proof”, he said, “is that your tracks look different”.
Well, where is the line between stating the same person throughout your life and becoming a new person through experience and process. Indeed, there are so many bends and switchbacks in the path that leads me to the man I am. I can envision being a different person for having taken or not taken a path or two. This is bigger thatn daydreaming about the person you might have been. This is a deeper analysis of the choices made to bring you to now.
For we do shapeshift. I do not know if I would recognize myself. The young man I was knew so little, dreamed different things. His view of the world shifted. My shape has definately changed.
Time changes our shape for us. We look in the mirror and find new bumps on our faces, strange hairs on our bodies, muscle growing stronger and fat obeying gravity. Our hair changes color. We become different people to the outside world…..but inner too.
My eyes do not look the same as they once did, nor do they see the same. My touching palate for the world has matured, my heart has grown bigger, my tears more concentrated and my hugs ever tighter.
Wind shapes mountains. The Oceans shape the continents. Life changes our shape too. We are shapeshifters.