I started reading my old diary, i picked one of my diaries that i finished a over a year ago because the newest one still felt to fresh. I wanted to wonder over my words and thoughts and something i’d written a couple months ago i might still trace to a feeling left inside me.

But the old lines i’d written felt like meeting strangers, i realize it’s my thoughts but i dont see the connection anymore. It’s yesterdays pages. I read a bit from there and a bit from here, wondering what actually was worth the ink and paper.

It seems i walk around in circles writing 20 pages about one happening but then skippin for the next 30 pages for something else unimportant, only briefly going thru other happenings. It often feels that those small mentions are the most interesting part.

I have been told before that i consentrate too much on the details and miss the bigger picture. I serously think this is one of those times. But  the bad part is that we are talking about my life here, i fail to see whats important. I should like we all should just step done and watch for a while. Just let it all go and for once concentrate on the bigger picture.

Any thoughts about my ramblings?