The balcony scene

My balcony in the morning has officially become my thinking chair. There's nothing like watching the sun creep up over the horizon and feel the cool mountain breeze wake me up from nights of endless dreaming. One idea that has been entertaining my thoughts is the idea of assimilating, or adjusting. Flowers will adjust the direction they grow so they can attain sunlight...if they don't, they whither. Simple. People are the same. We assimilate to our surroundings for the benefit of us and others. There's no argument here, everyone does this. Assimilating to a new city, a new culture, a new friend basis, a new hair do, a new job, a new boyfriend, a new calling, a new class, a new family... Change and adjustment are inevitable, life without it, is what kind of life?