Today was my brother’s birthday, and we spent the last couple hours going through old pictures of our family.
My, how we’ve grown.
Besides some silly pictures, one thing stuck out to me most, and it’s this:
It’s interesting seeing things I would have totally forgotten about, but once I see them, I remember them clearly. It makes me wonder, though; what else have I forgotten?
What else is locked away in my mind, something perhaps important, that I lost track of? Whatever it is, I’d like to find it. But in order to find it, I have to retrace my steps and wander back through the past. Then the question remains—is it worth it?