I have kept a journal on a consistent basis since I was in eighth grade, and because of that, I have amassed quite a large amount of paper. For a long time, I’ve been thinking of throwing some of it away. However, I know that if I do that, I will inevitably want to go back through it someday, so that’s why I hang on to most of it. A lot of it comes in handy for story ideas, too.
Sometimes I feel like getting rid of things would help me to forget about the details of certain things that happened in my life. If I could, I would erase my entire senior year of high school. But it’s important to remember. After all, those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it, or whatever it was that the wise man said.
I’m not really saying that if I got rid of the paper relics of that time that I would forget them. I’d still remember the big picture. But getting rid of certain things would prevent me from looking back over them, ruminating on them, wishing I could have/should have/would have done things differently. And the details would be lost to me.
It’s a little strange, because I know that in a month from now, I wouldn’t think of getting rid of any of that stuff. I will want to hang onto it for the sake of my private “history.”
Let that make all the sense it can. 🙂