The main use of my blog for me is to remember what I was doing in past moments of my life.
Today I was thinking that I am always keeping track of the good days, good ideas, good books and good experiences.
But then, I stopped to wonder; it isn't the good experiences that make me who I am. They are rather the gloomy moments and the hardships that form the person who I am.
Ever since I was very young I had this pact with myself that I will not keep a record of the down moments, so they may not get to me when I reread them.
But as I am getting older I started rethinking this strategy. I always go back to my diaries and my blog to remember how I exactly perceived things when they first happened.
When I don't mention hardships I deprive myself the possibility to look at them later, when I am at least one day older and a tiny bit wiser.
So this picture is for the future me. Just to remember that at the tenth day of the new year I was alone in the farm room looking at the ceiling patterns and enduring the biggest pain of my life. But guess what, dear me, I survived!
