Age provides a different perspective. As you grow older, the way you see things and the way you interpret them change. This comes with experience and the fading zeal of youth, which almost always interferes with ration and logic. Right becomes wrong and wrong becomes right. As I look back on my years, I marvel at my certainty, at my unshakable convictions and beliefs. How many of them were lost in time? Am I different man today than I was yesterday?
This question has always troubled my mind. If I can't make peace between my self of the past and my self of the present, how can I come to terms with another person with different beliefs and perspectives? If change comes with time, and the passage of time is a fact of life, then man is always changing. With six to seven billion changing human beings inhabiting this planet, how can we ever agree? Our salvation can only lie in what we have in common as humans, but how much do we have in common?
