Lately, I’ve been asking myself something.

Have I changed?

Or am I simply becoming someone I was always meant to become?

What about you?

Have you changed?

A little?

Or so much that an older version of yourself wouldn’t even recognise you anymore?

But then another question appears.

Who told you that you’ve changed?

Did you notice it yourself?

Or did someone else point it out?

Because sometimes, we don’t realise we’re changing until someone says,

“You’re not the same person anymore.”

And suddenly, you’re left wondering whether that’s a compliment…

Or a complaint.

But do we really change?

Or do we simply discover different parts of ourselves?

There are things that once made me laugh for hours that barely hold my attention today.

The things that once irritated me now make me smile.

The arguments I would have once reacted to…

I now quietly walk away from.

So have I changed?

Or have I simply changed my relationship with those things?

Sometimes I even wonder if I’ve become colder.

Or have I just become more careful about where I spend my energy?

The ability to react is what makes us human.

We celebrate.

We cry.

We get angry.

We forgive.

But somewhere along the journey, we also learn that not everything deserves a reaction.

And that’s where I get confused.

Am I becoming emotionally mature?

Or am I slowly losing parts of myself?

Should I protect my peace?

Or should I continue feeling everything as deeply as I always have?

I’ve seen people go through unimaginable pain.

Some emerge quieter.

Colder.

Almost as if life taught them to build walls before it taught them to heal.

And then there are people like me.

The second kind of creature.

The more life teaches me, the more deeply I seem to feel.

A beautiful sunset affects me.

A kind stranger stays in my mind for days.

A heartbreaking story lingers much longer than I’d like it to.

Sometimes I wish I could switch that part of me off.

But then I wonder…

Would I still be me if I did?

Maybe change isn’t about becoming someone else.

Maybe it’s about deciding which parts of yourself deserve to stay, and which parts you’ve finally outgrown.

Perhaps growing up isn’t losing yourself.

It’s editing yourself.

Keeping the chapters that still feel true.

Letting go of the ones that no longer fit.

And then…

My brain decided to take a completely unnecessary detour.

Scientists say that many of the cells in our body are constantly renewing themselves. Different parts of our body regenerate at different rates, quietly replacing the old with the new.

Which made me think…

If my body is constantly rebuilding itself…

Am I technically becoming a new person every few years?

If my cells can renew themselves…

Can my life?

Can heartbreak?

Can grief?

Can memories?

Wouldn’t it be amazing if humans came with a Factory Reset button?

“Delete emotional baggage?”

YES.

“Are you sure?”

ABSOLUTELY YES. 😂

Imagine permanently deleting…

That one embarrassing memory your brain insists on replaying at 2 a.m.

The people who should’ve remained life lessons instead of life chapters.

The conversations you replay a hundred times, hoping they’ll end differently.

Now that would be the greatest software update in human history.

And because my brain clearly doesn’t know when to stop…

Another thought appeared.

If rebirth is real…

What if our souls are simply being… refactored? 🤯

Same soul.

New body.

Fresh operating system.

Different family.

Different city.

Different lessons.

And, naturally…

A completely new set of bugs to fix. 😭

Maybe every lifetime is Version 2.0.

Then Version 3.0.

Then Version 58.0.

Until the universe finally says,

“Congratulations! Character development complete. Deployment successful.” 🚀

I genuinely got goosebumps thinking about it.

Or…

Maybe I’ve just spent way too much time reading psychology, philosophy, spirituality, and the occasional conspiracy theory.

Honestly…

That’s also a very real possibility.

The more I think about change, the less certain I become.

Maybe we’re never the same person twice.

Maybe every conversation, every heartbreak, every success, every mistake quietly reshapes us in ways we don’t immediately notice.

Perhaps we don’t wake up one morning and become someone new.

Perhaps we become them one ordinary day at a time.

And maybe that’s the beautiful part.

We’re not meant to remain who we were.

We’re meant to keep becoming.

So if someone tells me,

“You’ve changed.”

Maybe I’ll just smile.

Because I hope I have.

Anindita Rath
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