Sometimes I find comfort in the things I already know. At times, it can be much easier to lean on the things that are familiar to me. When I can't find the words to write, I look back over the things I have already written, because in a sense, they are all the same. Everything I have written has a piece of me in it. At the core of everything I try to create, it is really just me trying to mold another part of myself into words that fit well together on a page or a screen. Sometimes I don't need to find new ways to recreate who I am; I just simply need some comfort in who I have grown to be. There's a sort of safety that I feel when I look back over where I have come from. Seeing my journey as a writer and as a person helps me know where I am and where I need to go. Sometimes the best friend that we can find and the best inspiration we could possibly discover, comes from the people we used to be. No one knows us better than the people that we have evolved from. We are essentially our old selves, with just a little more added in. And although the old versions of who we are don't always know the best advice to give, they are much more likely than someone who knows nothing about us at all.