I can't do that. It's so hard to part with some things that are a part of who I am, and why I am the way I am. For example, I love snowboarding. I think I have almost every single lift ticket I ever purchased still. Will I throw them away? I don't want to... Oh, so many little things. I guess I shouldn't be a pack rat, though. Maybe I should start cleaning up my old junk soon.
sometimes the stuff u keep if more a part of what you were rather than what you are now. And maybe what you wereisn't something you want to hold on to sometimes
I was about to throw away half of the songs i wrote, a couple months ago
aww man.. the world was *this* close to being better
i was talking to somebody on a topic sort of similar...what about keeping old letters from important people, but people that aren't in your life anymore? I keep everything, because even if they aren't in my life, they are still important in making me who I am today. The person I was talking with didn't think you should keep that stuff though, because you shouldn't reflect on the past, it'll only make you sad.
yeah, but you learn from the past. It does make you who you are. The choices and interactions you've made and had in your past make you...you. I agree with you, Courtney.
i really thought about this before doin it, and i thought about whether or not i would regret it. (by the way, i wrote this journal). But i don't think i will regret it. it's like pruning a tree, cutting offthe dead leaves os that the living foliage will thrive. I KNOW i'm not gonna go anywhere with those stories and holding those things. basically, they are dead in a symblic sense. so i'm pruning them off, deciding not to persue writing them or fnishing them. I remeber when i graduated from high school, my english teacher turned to me and said "Adam, NEVER stop writing, promise me that." I looked into his eyes and he was very serious. But despite that fact that everyone wanted me to keep writing, i think i've given it up. It's not as important to me anymore. I've only produced about four or five complete stories in my life. I keep those and really love those stories, but I don't think i have it in me to write anymore. It's part of who I was more than who I am. It made me feel weird Having all those papers and unfinished stories that i knew now that I was never going to persue completing. I gave up all the stories that i had wallowing in my mind and instead decided to focus on the real world. Writing used to be an escape for me, and escape out of reality into fantasy. But i don't don't need that escape anymore, and I felt it was right to not try to hold onto it any longer by holding on to those stories that repreented that escape.
are you speaking metphorically or figuratively?
OOOOOoooh ..you wrote this journal. Things seem clearer now.