Why do I write? I guess there’s a lot of reasons why I write. I like to express myself, even if I’m the only one reading it in the end. I write to vent. I write to make myself feel better. I write when I’m up and I write when I’m down. I write because one day when I’m old and dying I know I’ll have some memory of what happened. Even if it’s only written on paper.
I was inspired to write, keep a journal that is, by John Adams. I read a biography on him once, and so much of his history was written by himself. The events he participated in, the words he said (which may have been distorted by himself), the feelings he had. And I inspired to do the same. Alright, so maybe a whole nation won’t be reading what I choose to write, but does that really matter? Personally, I don’t want people reading what I wrote. Not everything I think and feel is for the public.
But by writing it all down, it helps me express myself. If I have a problem, something about my day that just didn’t go well, then sitting down and writing helps me get over it in a way. When I’m writing, I have an easier time thinking why I got so upset. And while I think about it, sometimes I come up with some solution to the problem, or I realize it wasn’t really that big of a deal. So when I actually look at what I wrote, I feel…well silly. However, I don’t erase it. I leave it there, so I can remember the stupid mistakes I made, and hopefully learn from it.
That’s why I write. That’s why I keep a journal.
