When I was a teenager, I used to write down my thoughts in a diary.
Those moments were very important to me, lying on me bed and trying to describe how I got along with my parents, teachers and friends.
But re-reading my diary after weeks, months or years was even more important to me.
Because I could feel again how I felt when I wrote it down. And it made me feel more mature looking at me from a certain distance.
It made me believe that I was progressing.
Nowadays without diary, I feel I am turning around.
There are always similar reflections and deductions.
And there is no final conclusion.