I sometimes forget how wise I’ve been in the past. I guess that’s one of the reasons I’ve ramped up my blogging lately… even when I find that what I’ve written in the past is bunk, it gives me insight into how I’ve changed. Sometimes, however, I find gems, like this I wrote on August 30, 2001. Is it impolite to present your own words as a quote?
If love is but a dream we feel,
is not a dream of love for real?
Some people will never understand. Others understand immediately.