Life In Moments: Vol. 1

    I recently finished a journal that spanned over three years. I held it in my hands, brushing my fingertips over the stickers adorning the plain black composition notebook that contained my innermost thoughts for many of my most life-altering years in the short time I've been alive. This notebook was my steady rock when it felt like everything around me was changing faster than I could comprehend. As I flipped through the pages in reminiscence and melancholy, I found an early entry in which I wrote that I hoped to never feel pain like how I was feeling in that moment ever again, that it would be foreign and unimaginable to future me. I may not remember or be able to experience the feeling again, but I'd like to think that all those moments didn't simply come and go, that they have become part of me, that they reside in a place deep inside that only my writing, past, present, and future, can touch. 

    These are some raw snippets of journal entries and letters both sent and unsent. Here's to a new journal, a new year, and not a new me, but a newer me. 

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    Jan. 18, 2023