Wow, talk about a walk down memory lane. I just finished reading my old xanga. Haha. Wow. It was interesting, there are entries that talk about things I’ve completely forgotten, but then there are others that I can remember the exact thought process that was going through my head at the time.

All in all, I feel pretty proud of my 16/17 year old self. Most of what I said was not only honest, but logical. I’m proud of myself, of the passion and self-awareness that I feel I’ve only cultivated since then. It’s so weird to think of how different and yet, how the same I am from when I was in high school.
Sometimes I wonder if that version of myself met me now, what would our conversation be like. I wonder if she’d be surprised. I wonder if she’d like me.
Then when I think of it, I wonder how much different I’ll be at 26. The change that occurs over time really boggles my mind sometimes. To think that we’re constantly evolving into newer versions of ourselves, usually beyond what we could possibly imagine. Do we, at some point, become different people?

It reminds me of a philosophical question my cousin the Ph.D. asked me, “If you replace a wooden boat, board by board, until there are none of the original boards left, is it still the same boat?”

Ponder that, dear readers.