Memories

On a few, very rare occasions, I have climbed up into my attic at home, with no intent of retrieving anything specific. Instead, I would hunt down boxes with my name on them, brush off the dust, and open them up. Looking through old clothes, toys, and papers, I would try and remember what significance these items had once held. When did I use them? What was my life like then? Who was I?

It is a very similar experience as I rediscover this collection of writings. I can honestly say that I have not visited this site in at least a year, if not more. I had more or less forgotten about it. I was even a little surprised that it still existed. Yet, like the memories in the attic, it was not gone, just placed aside for a little while. 

Reading through old posts is an interesting experience. Some posts I'm almost proud of. Some of them make me shake my head and wonder what I was thinking when I wrote that. Either way, each one is a memory. It reminds me of some time in my life, good or bad, that inspired me to write as I did. 

The greatest value in a memory is that it is a recollection of past experiences. It is something to be cherished, and a something to learn from. The purpose of memory is to grow from the experiences that stay with us. 

My memories of this blog seem almost juvenile to me now, in both subject matter and in style. I had a strong urge to delete it, start fresh and give myself a tabula rasa, a blank slate, to work with. Upon further consideration, however, I decided to keep it, and start writing in it again. Perhaps I'll even think up something worthwhile to say. 

For now, this will be my re-entry into writing. May it be more successful than the last. 

Grace and Peace be yours in abundance