rummaging in my bag, i rediscovered that a highlighter is..

...very useful. for any ongoing reading, simply scan through and color what is significant and what holds relevance to a theme. you look back and can easily distinguish meaning amidst the rest of the jumble. yellow pink orange or blue.

in the short stream of continuing life, my highlighted lines are

revelations, bonding with family and strangers, heart warming conversations, the rise/fall of every relationship - humanity's generic and unique bliss vs sorrow..
though all become fleeting memories, they still underline being alive.
-a balance in divided times of feeling understood, misunderstood, complete, incomplete, optimistic, disappointed, innocent, ashamed, naive.

supposedly the gray blur exists to appreciate what's being made visible.

i've done things where i wish i had acted differently- but i'm not sure if i'd erase mistakes that still cause squirming with shame - cliche set aside, i'm preparing for a next time with the new insight diffused in me.. sometimes, i grow colder, and left with slighter more cynical eyes to look out of. at least i'm left more aware.

wow. reflecting on my past selves: how i've evolved to be more comfortable in my own skin. human development is fascinating! [insert nerdy giggle and waggling of eyebrows] hence my interest in psychology~
if i met my 25, 50 yr old self today - i wonder what i'd see, and what my future self would recognize in her young past. wondering at how time and environment and faith mingle together to help in the process of growth. we'd talk over yummy food for sure~ bahaha.

mm..i should be doing a history assignment right now. citing sources. :D
but a search for my yellow highlighter sparked this abstract notion in my head to be apprehended and written.