📖 The Surprise Inside an Old Diary

 

Last weekend, I found something unexpected in the back of my drawer — an old diary I had almost forgotten.

Its pages were yellowed at the edges, the ink faded, but every word took me back. I wasn’t reading someone else's story — I was revisiting a version of myself.

One entry made me pause. It was short:

"Today felt like standing in the rain without getting wet. I didn’t do much, but I noticed everything."

I smiled. I didn’t remember writing it, but I remembered the feeling.

Diaries are strange time machines. They don’t shout, they whisper. They remind us of thoughts we once had, dreams we almost forgot, and how far we’ve come.

I didn’t finish reading the whole thing. I closed the diary, put it back carefully, and made a note to write in it again.

Some stories don’t need to be shared. But some… they ask to be remembered.

— The Memory Nomad