Giddy up
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So I was sitting here being bored and I decided to go look at the very first grow journal on here. Long story short, it was pretty weak haha. Anyways I began looking at the profile pages of all the users who posted grow journals on the first couple pages, and most them haven't even been active on this forum since like 2008, for example (I was still a marine, growing marijuana was the furthest thing from my mind at that point.) It made me really think about all those people, and why they discontinued their patronage to this fine forum. Did they get a great job that caused them to quit smoking? Did they get busted? Did they just no longer have time to grow their own? Did they get sick of people trolling them? Who really knows, but what I do know is that we all come, we all go, but certain things will remain. In eight years, what will some guy or girl think when they're bored and snowed in and look at my grow journal from eight years previous? Will I still be an active participant on here? Will I still be seeking to improve this craft I love, or will marijuana prohibition laws still force me to keep this on the down low, and perhaps even quit because secrets are easier to keep from 18 month olds than 8 year olds?
One thing I know, the excited anxiousness and cautious trepidation of looking forward are only countered by the sweet nostalgia of things we were doing at this point or that point in time's journey, soon followed by the crushing melancholy of knowing no matter how wonderful or terrible those times were, they were times we'll never know again, and never be able to experience in any other way than distorted memories...
That sounded more depressing than I meant it to sound, sorry guys. Anyways the sun came out and I think it might be above zero now so I got chores to do. Peace!
One thing I know, the excited anxiousness and cautious trepidation of looking forward are only countered by the sweet nostalgia of things we were doing at this point or that point in time's journey, soon followed by the crushing melancholy of knowing no matter how wonderful or terrible those times were, they were times we'll never know again, and never be able to experience in any other way than distorted memories...
That sounded more depressing than I meant it to sound, sorry guys. Anyways the sun came out and I think it might be above zero now so I got chores to do. Peace!