Timeline whiplash

I started going through old posts last night, weeding the poetry out of the crap.
How young I was. How little I knew. I knew it even then that I didn't know, but some primordial drive forced me through.
Things once important now almost forgotten. Opinions once concrete now softened.
How many people drifted away, died. How many new people I've found.
How much I've changed, and not, in 10 years.
Still,
How young I am. How little I know. How far I've yet to go.