So, lately I find myself looking back at old pictures of mine. It’s funny, I can look back just like that to a picture and know exactly how I felt at the time.
Off course, throughout time I’ve gotten older and bigger. Let’s refrase bigger, I mean to say taller. But, somehow I can easily see on those pictures where my emotion showing on the picture was genuine or not. Most of times it actually was, but many times it wasn’t. And that’s okay.
It’s a reminder that life is life, nothing more, nothing less. You can’t have good times without knowing bad times. You can’t know love, without knowing sadness. My point being, you can’t live a positive life, without knowing darkness or negative people or negative thoughts.
Looking back at old pictures of mine I am so proud of the person I am becoming. God knows I’ve been foolish as hell, made plenty mistakes, and was everything but loving in the past.
I can easily see the growth I’ve experienced within myself throughout the years. I’ve come to be such a loving person, loving life with everything that comes this way. I can even find a spark of hope, light in the negative days. And I would never have thought that I would turn out to be like this. So glad I am.
The past stays in the past, those days are through. Now, the only reason why I would look back is to see how far I’ve come from the person I used to be, to the person I am now.
And I can live with the person I am now, I love her. With this being said I know I got my imperfections. But those are also parts that make me me. And I know where I have to work on. Nevertheless, I am the happiest ever with myself and how I manage my life.