Old Journals

My family and I are packing to move to a different apartment. During my packing today I found old journals of ine from the mid 90's which was around the time I was in college. I like to write occasionally, this blog being evidence of that, however it's uncomfortable to me to read my old journals. I look back at myself and always see the less experienced version of me making dumb mistakes, and writing silly things about my current-then beliefs on any given subject. It bothers me because I wish I could somehow transmit my experience back to that older me who would have found it useful then.

For those times of stress and trouble my experience would help the past version of myself understand that everything would be fine, even if things looked pretty bleak. It entices me to imagine my current self receiving experience from a future version of me. I try to imagine what I would have experienced and what I would want me of the now to learn from that experience. Unfortunately it is in vain to a great degree as we need the time to gain that experience and by the time we have it then our future will have become our present.