Dreams seem more attainable, struggles less overwhelming, dislikes less annoying, likes more fantastic, victories more victorious. Or maybe it's just as Anais Nin said, "We write to taste life twice." All dreams are dreamed again. All battles are won a second, or third or fourth time. All lessons learned are learned again. Memories that easily could have been forgotten are relived for a lifetime. Beauty lasts forever on a page.
But there are two sides to this. Beauty lasts forever, but ugliness, too, lives on. Memories and feelings, hurtful words and missed opportunities outlive the person who wrote them, if they make it into those simple books called journals.
Think twice, dear readers! Think again and again, about the times in life that you truly will wish to repeat, before you allow yourself to record them. Times when you've been hurt by sharp words ought not make their way to the pages. Do not write in anger or fear, or if you must get it out, burn the pages before you have the chance to reread them.
The rambler once read Anne Frank's Diary, or journal, if you will. She enjoyed much of it, but how much would never have been written if dear Anne knew people would one day read her scribbling.
Yes, hopes, dreams, likes, dislikes, struggles, victories, failures, lessons learned, these are the things that should be written in the precious pages of a journal. Never hate. Never anger. Never jealousy or greed or discontentment or spiteful thinking.
Words are powerful things, and how much more weight they carry once we're gone. Only once we are gone will people read our journals. What do you want others to read?
Over and out,