I've been reading through a lot of my old writings lately. Mostly my old poems from high school and early college. It really shocks me to see how much has changed about me. From the people I used to love and care about to my general state of mind. I have long since stopped writing poetry, though every now and then I feel like I should start back up again. But what would I write about? I just can't see things in a poetic context. In a nutshell, I don't see in a drastically negative context anymore like I used to.
The difference between the younger me and the present me is like night and day. It's very different. I'm happier. Wiser. A little more mature. Looking back at my old writings made me realize all the things I had went through and faced. Most weren't as big of a deal as I had made them out to be. But I know in the long run, those events made me, me. Still, I can't get over how much has changed. I wonder if I will look back at some of these old writings and think, "wow I have changed." Hopefully for the better right?
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