When is the last time you've read online posts/journal entries you made years ago?
Randomly decided to log back on here, after being away for almost ten years. I miss the anonymity, where you could open up about anything personal. When discussions felt honest and real.
I can see the younger version of myself. The pretension, melancholy. All that. In retrospect, looking back from the present, life wisdom didn't make me smarter. Just less dumb.
So much has changed in life. Divorced now. Been away from home 15 years now. Parted ways with most friends, can hardly get a hold of remaining ones. Family living back home in my absence.
Figuring out how to start over after ten years of marriage. There is someone, yet we don't know if our futures lie together. Where imma settle once out of the Army. Feels like making friends as an adult is really as pointless as it feels, since no one cares about friendship.
I never journaled before on actual paper. This site (and Experience Project for us old timers) gave me an opportunity to journal.
We may never meet in this lifetime, but to those reading this, thanks for stopping by. It means the world to feel heard sometimes, even by strangers.
If you can, take time to visit your past self in this life. It's important to remember sometimes.
I hope y'all find meaningfulness in this lifetime.
I can see the younger version of myself. The pretension, melancholy. All that. In retrospect, looking back from the present, life wisdom didn't make me smarter. Just less dumb.
So much has changed in life. Divorced now. Been away from home 15 years now. Parted ways with most friends, can hardly get a hold of remaining ones. Family living back home in my absence.
Figuring out how to start over after ten years of marriage. There is someone, yet we don't know if our futures lie together. Where imma settle once out of the Army. Feels like making friends as an adult is really as pointless as it feels, since no one cares about friendship.
I never journaled before on actual paper. This site (and Experience Project for us old timers) gave me an opportunity to journal.
We may never meet in this lifetime, but to those reading this, thanks for stopping by. It means the world to feel heard sometimes, even by strangers.
If you can, take time to visit your past self in this life. It's important to remember sometimes.
I hope y'all find meaningfulness in this lifetime.