However, if you think you can stand by everything you have written in the past, then ok, skim over your journals ... but I am telling you, I know of no one who was not amused, infuriated, saddened, and most especially, shamed by his own writings, as if he is being haunted by his own past.
I am not an exception.
As I was sorting some stuff recently I chanced upon my planners where I would on occasions write down my random thoughts. Most entries amused me and opened the floodgate through which memories flowed in profusely. Some did shame me, especially scribbles stating my opinions on certain people and issues (revelation of my lesser virtues such as ignorance, intolerance, and insecurity). Some entries made me sad ...
... and some entries struck me like deja vu, especially this one entry that I wrote last December 12, 1994.
At this point I stop to think as it seems everything confuses me.
I know that there is a destiny designed for me and it may not be what I once thought it was.
I long to find out what it really is.
Things do go full circle. I have just come face to face with one scary ghost.