Just recently I have delved into deep water within, brought up some memories long buried in sediment under the depths. It feels good to stir it up, let some things go, uncover and dismiss worries I wasn't even aware still haunted me.

For a brief time, during when I suppose my "growing up" occured, I lost myself and also lost the importance of the present tense. The past was all-consuming; I worried incessantly about what I had done, so much so that I never thought about what I was doing. Such things have a ripple effect, and soon I found myself lost, bobbing along hopelessly in this huge stormy ocean of my own inconsiderate creation. I wanted to relive memories because they were much more fascinating to me than the present or future.

It is good to dredge the depths now and then, I think.