Eighteenth ramble

Eighteenth ramble

I start diaries/journals umpteen number of times. Since I saw my Dad make notes, I started writing my own plans.

My journaling is contemplative, more in the future tense or introspecting how far I have come. It is intermittent though. Sometimes years are missing!

I have a friend who writes pages daily. I envy her. Writing away merrily without caring if it was an exam day or we were at our mutual friend’s wedding – how perseverant!

I have made several pacts with real people writing, all in vain. A page a day. Sounds so easy…

Trudging through the ramblings, I find solace in idle writing. Journaling is the art of converting that idle writing into chronological thought trains and knowing how your mind has evolved on certain matters.

In a course that I had registered for 2 years back and given up mid-way, ‘Leaving a trace’ was a recommended reading – akin to a textbook. I read it cover to cover nonetheless. The title still brings a lump to my throat. Leaving a trace…of your existence, of your thoughts, your dreams, your struggles with the mundane, your achievements significant only to you – all giving a glimpse of your times to the next or previous generation.

World events reduced to a byline, where you are the hero of your story. Journaling is therefore, a very alluring idling. Lucrative too, if you make memoirs out of them.

One response to “Eighteenth ramble”

  1. Aunty G says:

    Writing about everyday could get boring
    After all, how much can you keep scoring
    It should come from the heart
    Not prized apart
    A consequence of the mind’s outpouring!

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