Thub-lub, thub-lub, thub-lub. My heart beats its own electrically charged determined path despite and regardless of what might be more interesting, better, easier, harder, worse and different. When you are born your body is programmed to change and erupt at prescribed times; teeth, breasts, hair, fingernails, bones and muscle. All of these things inside you waiting to become fully what they are intended to be but slowly unfolding without permission from the self bursting forth-allowing you to capture people, places, things to make memory or possession of adding to the structure of your self.
Constant change as you get older, changing to become more of the same.