Change and why you miss the past

I've probably lost my mind right about now by taking on a topic so vast and unforgiving, but yet I feel that at least to me writing is the only way that I'll remember what I've learnt over the years. True to the point change is by far one of the most terrifying things a person can experience. What's even scarier is that usually we don't realize it.

I came upon this 'nugget' of information when I glanced upon (okay stalked) the ways in which so many of us have evolved from what we once were. Some like me have escaped from the suffocating shell of the lives we once led. Others have taken on a new personality that gives them the potential to be what their parents always knew they had inside of them.

So then why do I catch myself reminiscing about the past? Why does looking at old photos bring such a smile to my face? Truth is I don't really know.

They say human beings were put on this Earth to evolve. Yet why do our parents keep on wishing for the good old days? You know it's funny of how while writing this post the answer suddenly came to my lips, but I'll save that for later.

Now many of us can only see change as a physical aspect, something that seems different to us. True while in many cases changing one's inner-self may lead to a drastic change in our appearance, that is not always the case. In fact many a time I look back at my old photos wondering who I've become in these past few years . Can I honestly say, without a moments hesitation that I am better of than when I once was? 

True change is inevitable and life does need to go on, but consider the fact that time is endless and without consent it will  carry on. The trick though is how to utilize it. As I said earlier there is a reason out parents yearn for the good old days of their childhood... It's the only proof they have of a life well spent 

Dusting off old memories

It's weird how much I've wanted to try to do this again and yet been unable to do so for so long.
For all of you out there who are as perverted as I am, I was referring to starting a blog.

It's no secret that my last attempt at writing a blog was an epic failure, mainly because ; I'm lazy, I accidentally tried to rip off Adsense and I realized that I was posting articles about pets. So basically I had the writing capability of a toddler and trust me you do not want to write like a toddler. Still I have plenty of good memories of writing on that site (I forgot what it was called) and so I thought why not try it again. Yet something kept holding me back, the fear of opening up is one of them. I mean you can't expect any of us to actually be eager to share our thoughts and feelings to the general, now can we?

Despite what people say, no one & and I mean no one is an 'Open Book' even though they think it. There's always something to hide and there's always a hidden agenda between every action. So how do we sort the truly open from those who merely use it as a means of deceit? The answer is; how the hell am I supposed to know. If you think an Eighteen year old knows the answers to questions such as these, then clearly you are mui loco.

That said and done I think I'm going to like having a blog. Don't expect a new post every day or even every week because trust me sometimes you have absolutely no idea what to write about, and since I don't want to bore you with endless facts about guinea pigs (which I own 2 off) just relax, take a seat and maybe I'll tell you a story or two once in a while. Till then maybe it's time for me to sign off