I've been keeping a diary since I was 13.
It started small, with a sentence a day scribbled into a tiny datebook. Then it became less regular, till it turned into just an erratic paragraph or two, scribbled on any available sheet of paper.
Over the years, my diaries have changed shape, size and texture.
The way I write has also changed.
What hasn't changed is the joy of going back and reading my old entries.
It gives me perspective sometimes and sometimes makes me facepalm at the silliness of young me.
Either way, going back to my diaries reminds me that everything passes.
When you look back, things that once broke you, make you smile.
It started small, with a sentence a day scribbled into a tiny datebook. Then it became less regular, till it turned into just an erratic paragraph or two, scribbled on any available sheet of paper.
Over the years, my diaries have changed shape, size and texture.
The way I write has also changed.
What hasn't changed is the joy of going back and reading my old entries.
It gives me perspective sometimes and sometimes makes me facepalm at the silliness of young me.
Either way, going back to my diaries reminds me that everything passes.
When you look back, things that once broke you, make you smile.
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