I just finished skimming over a diary of some sort that I had kept when I was in college. It brings back memories, but it also makes me wonder why 16 yr old me insisted on writing in light silver metallic pen, the 25 yr old me right now could barely read it...
The notebook contained random thoughts, and emotions. But the barely legible silver ink formed words that conveyed strong feelings of a young girl, hurt by her past, hesitant about her present, yet hopeful for her future... scared but brave... fearful yet full of faith..
It's funny to read something you wrote almost 10, 11 years ago... what's even funnier and almost melodramatic is to realize that certain things in life remains the same. The people might have changed, the situation different, but the emotions, raw as they are, remains constant... that human emotion of love and longing, of happiness and pain, of fear and faith… it also shows you how much a person can change... that what you earnestly believe right now as a universal truth and ideal of who you are and what you stand for, 10 yrs from now might turn out to be nothing but just a shell which you will ultimately shed off.
I think that at one point, when we can, we should pause and take the time to remember where we were, 5, 10 yrs ago. And when you do, look back not to judge or question the past, but rather, just cherish it for what it stands for and the memories it brings back… be it thru photographs, or old diary notebooks… in my case, hopeful thoughts and emotions written in barely legible, light silver metallic pen.
~kfs
Post Script: I've scribbled this down on one of the pages 10 yrs ago. I probably picked it up from somewhere, I can't remember right now but I think it’s fitting:
"Time is like a river… you can’t step into the same water twice. For the flow that has passed you by, will never pass again.
Cherish every moment of your life..."
