Revalation.
I've, yet again, decided to go over my old posts, on a different blog/page.
It was rather disturbing. I've always felt rather mature, or thought of myself that way, but after looking at what I've written, and trying very hard to understand myself, I must say, I probably never was.
It's ridiculously easy to have the impression you are on the right side, no mistakes, no misunderstandings.
Yet, as I read the words I've written, not so long ago (relatively), I find myself questioning my self, and whatever is left of my sanity.
I sounded, to myself, like a 9 year old trying to explain why is he sad over his teddy bear being torn into pieces. It was a sad, sad, realization that when I used to write, I ended up putting rather useless information on the web.
Regardless, I think I'm going to do something useful now.
It was rather disturbing. I've always felt rather mature, or thought of myself that way, but after looking at what I've written, and trying very hard to understand myself, I must say, I probably never was.
It's ridiculously easy to have the impression you are on the right side, no mistakes, no misunderstandings.
Yet, as I read the words I've written, not so long ago (relatively), I find myself questioning my self, and whatever is left of my sanity.
I sounded, to myself, like a 9 year old trying to explain why is he sad over his teddy bear being torn into pieces. It was a sad, sad, realization that when I used to write, I ended up putting rather useless information on the web.
Regardless, I think I'm going to do something useful now.