Whenever I walk, I keep thinking of really good things to post on LJ but I never remember them when I get home.
Today I had some profound insight walking to town but it’s all gone now. On my way home I had another one which I still remember: When I was a kid, I’d sometimes start writing diaries, but I’d usually stop after a few weeks because I was embarrassed about what I had written the week before. This kind of thinking also applied to my self-image. When I’d think back a few weeks or months, I’d think of myself as a very childish person. It’s been very long since I’ve done that, yet today I had a similar feeling. I ran into someone in town, whom I hadn’t spoken to for several months. She seemed a whole lot more centered and relaxed than she had been when I last met her and she looked good, radiant in a sense. Then as I walked home afterwards, I kept thinking back to this last summer when I met her a lot, we used to go for coffee, walk the mountain, make dinner, just hang out and then she just suddenly got caught up in studies and some issues with her boyfriend. Anyhow, I just got a feeling we had both grown older from that point. It was a strange and very pleasant feeling. I really enjoyed the time I had with her.