distillate (10-14-2004) an entry from a past diary, dated 10/14/2004. thank you, me four years ago. i needed to hear this. ***** we are not, cannot be, who we were. looking back at myself even a year ago leaves me in awe. my personal evolution, while not drastic, is nothing to be taken lightly. & i feel that i've finally found the delicate balance between holding on to the past for memories sake as opposed to holding onto it as my lifeline. still, i think we can all look back at our personal histories & find some point at time where we felt our truest. to look back at say that's when i was really (insert name). if you're lucky you hold onto that, but most of us drift away from it. we are either left struggling to reincarnate the past exactly as it was, or we realize that we must grow, & there is another, purer version of ourselves yet to be found. i have not found that yet. but until that point, the truest version is nineteen & in toronto, on a swingset.
this week i realized that the largest of these pieces, something precious that for years i carried close to my heart, is slipping away from me. business has a way of muting emotions, but only for a while. 10:18 p.m. - 2008-11-05 |
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