Nothing like putting up old pictures, and see the past, and wonder if I could somehow pass the knowledge I have now to the old me sitting there grinning like an idiot. Its not a very original thought. Come to think of it, not much of what I say or do lately is very unique. And perhaps its as it should be. I needed to do some growing up, too long have I stayed in my thoughts instead of actions
. Its great to write about plans, things, and ideas, yet I still struggle with action. Even this is action, and its hard because its admitting that for far too long, I have used words to define myself rather than showing myself how I really am. I cringe at the fool that shows in the image, but knowing that instead of a disguise, that is the true me if I do not change, if i dont use the past to grow out of that “hat.”
But it still ends with a smile instead of regret. I was happy then, and I am getting to happiness now, and I wouldnt change those memories. I just hope I can always smile away the pain and regret.