Ten Years. Almost to the day.

So, as stated previously, I'm running through my pictures, sorting out a lot of them. Posting some of the fun ones, the ones that will make people look at them and go "OH BLOODY HELL, I REMEMBER...!" Something to bring them out and show them the good times we've had.

But I've also come across a lot of instances of something I've never liked. Photos of me.

Now I've never, even in my slim and trim incarnation back at the beginning of uni, particularly liked being in photos. But it's made me think a lot about how our outer shell affects who we are. For once, I will not dance around the point.

I am the same being, travelling along, evolving and developing. I appear different at various times throughout my life, but inside is the same fire that has always, and will always drive me. Inside is still the same love for all of you that I have always had. The same spirit of random and the same desire for adventure. I will not let the shell change these things. In fact, I will use the shell to augment these things and to keep their spirit alive for as long as I can.

A photo of me in 2003.                                        A photo of me in 2013.

Judge as you will. It matters not to me, and nor should it matter to you how you physically change over the same time. You have the inner fire and drive to be anything you want to be, to experience anything you want to do. This is just a convenient shell. In my case with dreamy tiger eyes and questionable hair style...

AGE IS NOTHING.

 

Go on. Post something of yourself 10 years ago, and enjoy it.