Where do we stop today?
Hmm. Somewhere along the way I find myself changing and refining even more. Maybe it's just the world. Little changes change me and they compound and before I know it I am the same person but with different senibilities and tastes. The 31 year old me thinks the 18 year old me is boring and staid, whereas the 18 year me would be wierded out by the 31 year old. I have met people who stopped changing at 16. They listen to the same music, read the same books and wear the same clothes. I try and find a new musician to listen every month. New clothes? Yes please! New books? Try new Genres instead.

It does mean things I used to like I no longer do. This can be an interesting thing to experience, when you go back to an old favourite and it suddenly doesn't have that sparkle it used to.