Oh to grow up...

So I sat down to start a new old book today- Brave New World... So I started reading one of my favorite books, which has been water logged, scribbled in, and thumbed over at least 8 times per page, but I could not quite focus on the words. Why? Because of my own notes, circa 2005. These include the insightful phrase, "Ha, so worked up about sex" and some conversations between myself, which are a little intriguing. For example, in my 15 year old handwriting, I scribe, "statement against drugs?" then reply in my 18 year old handwriting, "No, but more widely against an unregulated pleasure." Some of these things are humurous, some are embarassing (where I misspell feminism), and others are really insightful. However, I cannot focus on Alduous Huxley's wonderful message, as much as I can my own thoughts. This being said, I ventured to the bookstore to procure a new copy.

So now I'm left to reflect... should I be embarrassed or proud of my notes in the text? Embarrassed was my initial reaction (come on people, I misspelled feminism? really? I didn't know it lacked a "z"?), but after awhile, I became proud of my progression. I really have grown-up, and I really have learned something. Yes, I may re-read this in five more years, and yet again find myself cringing at my previous ignorance, but let's face it... the more we know, the less we know. As Oscar Wilde said, "I am not young enough to know everything"