uneven

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically.

We grow sometimes in one dimension,

and not in another; unevenly.

We grow partially. We are relative.

We are mature in one realm, childish in another.

The past, the present, & the future mingle

and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.

We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

-- Anais Nin

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