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CHANGE by Mide Benedict




It's true that change is the only permanent phenomenon in life, but what we should ask is that does our change make us permanent? Each day, hour, minute and second should be a time we decide what we change to be.

Don't forget, lives lived for others won't leave the world when their leaves drop down the tree of earth, but forever live. If what you change for is not to change others, then your change is a change that only draws breath from mirages, because the change on others will take effect on you. Those crying on the street, those being raped, reshaped, those whose clothes are the soil of which they also hold as their resting bed, those... you know in your heart that needs be changed are there suffering. The change they can experience is such that goes worse each opening of the sun's retina, but YOU..., you have what it takes to make that change change for the best change and what you need do is give it.

Ask today, what do we change for, who do we change for, who do we change to make their changes change for good, for we are the changes our changes make.

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