Everything we feel is real and its felt for a reason

Tonight I had a professor who I adore  request a book I wrote senior year of college. Now it's a photo book: so its mostly images with minimal text. However my problem is how personal my book is to me, or was to me. The book I wrote was called lessons of a graduate: 16 lessons for 16 years. It's over whelming the emotions I get looking through this short book, even the images provoke some crazy stuff. It's mostly abstract but it's my life, its the things I saw where I had a moment that lead to a change in my life. I wrote this at the worst time of my relationship, about a week before it ended, and I remember crying over the images in my hands. Not knowing if i wanted to imortalise these memories and feeling and times when I didn't know I knew they would mean nothing in a matter of days. Sure enough I had it published and copied, only to sit with a few other books I wrote for my portfolio. It just sits their in my office and it does nothing, but when I open it, I cry buckets. Its a flood of emotions from happiness to regret, love to hate, fear to rebirth,  It's amazing that something so small holds so much of my life without things being written down verbatim. And as I share this with new students I hope they get to understand the power that comes with such emotional experience like creating that was for me.