Change/Time

This week I've re-read some entries from my old journals, mostly within the last five years and it has been fun to notice some things.

Some of my thoughts seem super immature.... And it's only been a few years.
I came across a few realizations that I documented and looking at it now I was like, "that's when I realized that? I thought I'd known that forever."
Some of the people I mention I barely remember... They have fallen from my life with barely a ripple.
Some of the relationships, problems, classes, and over all stresses are completely gone. I remember them but just like those people I mentioned above they are essentially meaningless in my life currently, except as memories.
I am not the same person I was ten years ago, or five or even just two years ago. And yet I'm still very much inherently me with some of the same thought processes, weaknesses, likes, and dislikes. 
I always find it fascinating to read books that cover large amounts of time so that you can watch the character grow up but still keep being themselves. Perhaps series are the best in that way. Anne of Green Gables and Harry Potter are pretty good at it, but perhaps the best I've read at this particular feat might be the book Chop-chop, which I read a month or so ago.