But who are you tomorrow?

So much time has passed and though that's not a bad thing, an inevitable cycle is what occurs. We've become creatures of habit, so much so, learning, knowledge, wisdom are fading to mere memories. It worries me. An ignorance filled future holds health for none. Ask not what can you do, but look within and ask what will you do. I still believe in a repairable future - hold hope even - for which I've been mocked by my own friends. Doesn't change anything, I'm never giving up. Funny thing, change, such a fickle creature - everything evolves, but our basic essence, we must remember, is our choice. Masks can be worn; facades pranced; but truth of character can not be hidden nor denied. We are who we are. When our souls are true they burn bright like a beacon.