Ever since I can remember I have kept a diary. Now don’t think of the kind of person who draws line at the end of the day to keep track of their routine. Sometimes I wouldn’t write for months. Somehow I always came back to having a notebook in which I jotted down events I thought were important and how they affected me/my life.
Re-reading some of those diary entries I realize now that my perspective on those very same events has changed radically. Some of them I don’t even remember. Then why were they deemed as so important and worthy of ink, paper, and most importantly time? The way I am rationalize it at this point in my life is that sometimes you just have to get some things out of your system. The best way to do it is by writing them down while you are still in the midst of the event. Even healthier is to also write about it once you have gotten some distance from the event.
Of course, these are all somewhat truisms and they are somewhat relevant for ‘diary-keeping’. Seeing that this post will only reach a few people, then what is the point of writing it on a social platform? Can’t I just keep it in a diary? A word .doc? I do not expect this post to reach many people, I am not writing for an audience, yet I am posting this text here. I do not believe in blogging as a form of diary-keeping. Quite the opposite- I believe that people who make their writing public should only do so when this helps/enriches others. Sure, the best way to go about it can also be somewhere in between.
I could justify the validity of this post in the light of what I wrote above by saying that I am encouraging others to write. The truth is that I am also encouraging myself to write. But instead of writing memories and/or self-analysis, I would like to also write/move on to something else. Here. This is a written promise to myself. With the internet as witness. Yet here it is one of the biggest faux pas according to me and it is only (one of) my (many) first public writing(s).