It’s always fun to look back at your posts from a year or two ago. I love seeing what I was doing, what I liked, my thoughts at the time, and who I was. It’s the closest thing to going back in time…and sometimes when you’re lucky, little bits and pieces… of where you were, who you were with, and what happened in your life at the time of your post…gradually trickle into your consciousness, and into your present.

While looking at one of my old posts, the pictures somehow provoke memories of my senior year in college, my room, and my roommates.. It’s pretty amazing how time is constant and doesn’t stop for anyone. Though it’s saddening to say our goodbyes with our past and the people who made up our memories, its also inspiring to remember that we still have decades ahead of us for us to shape. If we choose, we can keep the memories alive not only through our memory, but by keeping in touch with the people who made them that way. If we don’t, I believe that part of our youth dies with us, as we lose contact with the special people who shaped us into the ways we are.

I’m only getting older, but I’m thankful for my blog acting as a diary of sorts to bring me back to the past when I long for a taste of my youth. In here are the tiniest of thoughts that I can never recall no matter how hard I try.

I’ve posted for 3 years already, here’s to many more years to come.