Don’t confine me to a box meant for objects, not for a person capable of growth. I’ve paid attention, I’ve learned, I’ve evolved. I’m not the same person I was yesterday, and I won’t remain the same today in order to become something more tomorrow. This evolution of my being will continue until the day I die, and even then, there’s the possibility of perpetual evolution in the afterlife.
How would you feel if someone punished you for the mistakes of your past, knowing you’re not the same person today who erred yesterday? It’s like holding a butterfly accountable for the caterpillar it once was. I’ve spread my wings, I’ve flown away from the person I used to be. Can’t you see the change in me? Can’t you see that I’ve grown?
They tried to bury me, but they didn’t realize I was a seed about to burst through the dirt and reach for the sky. I’ve broken free from the chains of my former self. I’ve blossomed into something new, something beautiful. Won’t you nurture this growth in me? Won’t you love me for who I am now, not for who I used to be?