To My Fellow Diarists

The thing about journaling is you can never really be completely honest about what you're writing. You're always scared someone is lurking around your pages. You're too afraid of people knowing your secrets even when you don't have any. Everything you write is what you feel, what you experience, and there's no guaranteeing that everyone who reads it gets the same idea. It is like what Atticus said in the Harper Lee novel, To Kill A Mockingbird, "You never really knew a man until you stood in his shoes and walked around in them." 

But we still write, don't we? We write everything. Every major and minor detail. 'cause years later, when we see them lying somewhere in the dusty corners of our rooms, we open it, and with it, the gateways to our past. We find pages where the ink's fogged with our tears. We see how our handwritings slipped when we described a happy incident. We go through everything and remember all the things that we forgot, or sometimes, maybe, chose to forget. We get to relive everything we thought we'd never feel again. We realize what shaped us into being what we are right now. 

Our diaries are the doors to our hearts. We find comfort in its pages. We carry them around and it feels nothing less than hanging out with a friend. A friend who never leaves you, who helps you with your decisions, and embraces you for what you are. 

It is an alternate reality, where there aren't people to judge or argue, or to make things worse than they already are. It is a safe space for your thoughts to move freely. A perfect world for you to escape into. Now who would want to come out of this fantasy that we create for ourselves? 

Thanking my friend Mef for his insights and guidance! http://www.themoonsboyfri3nd.blogspot.com/

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