Yesterday evening I re-watched a concert video that I haven't seen in ages. The whole thing just cracked me up because it was centered around a band I follow and to them then and now, it's like night and day. Then, they were these chubby-cheeked cute twenty-something year olds on their first headlining tour, having a good time. Now, they're all in their fifties, handsome grown men, still having a great time. The difference, other than age, is maturity level. To see them then, was to see boys who were trying to adjust to the white hot glare of he spotlight. One of band members ended up an alcoholic-addict. There was this one scene where he was being interviewed and was obviously hung over. More importantly, it was like looking back at pictures of myself.
Did any of you ever have the experience of looking at old photos of yourself and wonder who that person, purporting to be you, is? Strange isn't it? You mentally note what you were wearing, what you looked like, who you were with, and where you were when the picture was made. You compare it to your situation now and it feels like million years ago. I usually don't look at old pictures of myself, not because I don't want to be reminded of previous times, mainly because I don't have much interest. WhomI was then, is not the same person I am now, nor do I want to go back and that person again. Sure, it's fun to go back an relive good times and laugh at the old pictures but truthfully, it's fun for a few minutes. Thie risk is you get too sentimental. I'm learning to like the person I am now. She can be a lot more fun. She's gaining a better sense of herself. There's room for improvement naturally but that comes with time and wisdom. Wisdom gained through experience. Maybe, one day I'll sit down and go through the old pictures and put together a sort off autobiography of myself. For now, I have no interest in doing so.
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