I encourage every one I know to write. And never anything vague, and never the kinds of thoughts we all know we feel.
We all feel alone sometimes, mismatched, like we're lacking direction, like we need to take life by the reigns, like her boyfriend doesn't treat her right and I could treat her better, like is this the right school for me, like is this the right subject for me, like is he the right man for me, like where is this marriage going, like am I getting through to my kids, like should I really buy this, like my parents don't understand me, like this is America not your home country so understand what things are like here.
Venting is good because it gets all the bad stuff off of your chest. But if someone were to pick up your notebook, would how unhappy you are with a relationship be the thing you want the world to remember you by?
If you're writing things down any way, you know you have that secret hope that someone will pick it up and read it, even if you write the fact that you cried during The Notebook. And no one knows. And you're sort of embarrassed by it. ... not that I know ...
But it's okay to journal about beautiful things too; what makes you smile, laugh, cry a happy tear like Life is Beautiful (an Italian film. Amazing.). It's also okay to contemplate things other people might not. And it's okay to get a little deeper than things are, because you're writing. And your exploring your mind, not what other people think you should.
The power of sync
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