Eventually, all things come full circle. We are who we are. We may evolve, we may change here and there, but we are still the same person all the time despite all the changes, many of which are superficial in nature. There is a time for youth and there is a time for old age but the time of old age seems to go by much slower, at least to those who have grown old and stagnant. In between, we turn all colors like the leaves on a tree in autumn. Hopefully, we find a restful, peaceful color somewhere down the line that we can be and we can spend our golden years content and not cursing the past. Our actions are the only thing that we can ever call our own. Everything else fades away into darkness.