Reflecting
Every rare once and a while I will return to this thing and do one of two things. A. Make a post that of late is usually private or B. Go back and read old entries.
Today I did B. It made me realize that I fucking love this thing. I have a lot of wonderful memories stored on here along with words that trigger forgotten undocumented memories. It makes me wistful in regards for past pleasant experiences, reminds me of things I have forgotten but should remember, and it makes me appreciate my progress as a person. Today I ran into people I have not thought of in a long time. I am now left recalling shared moments and want to express my appreciation to those people, but I think some of them it is better to not reconnect.
I should write more. It has always been an illuminating activity and I have always enjoyed looking back.
Today I did B. It made me realize that I fucking love this thing. I have a lot of wonderful memories stored on here along with words that trigger forgotten undocumented memories. It makes me wistful in regards for past pleasant experiences, reminds me of things I have forgotten but should remember, and it makes me appreciate my progress as a person. Today I ran into people I have not thought of in a long time. I am now left recalling shared moments and want to express my appreciation to those people, but I think some of them it is better to not reconnect.
I should write more. It has always been an illuminating activity and I have always enjoyed looking back.