I don’t like journals.


It seems that for most of my life, I’ve been told that I should keep some sort of journal, whether of poetry, what I read in my Bible every day, or just the happenings of my day.

It seems that for most of my life, keeping a journal has looked somewhat attractive since I am a sort of writer, and I love to reflect on my life and what I see happen in the world around me. Most of all, I want to remember. I honestly do. I know that sometimes it may seem like I don’t care, but I do, I just can hardly find a chance to stop moving forward I guess…

It seems that for most of my life, I’ve decided not to keep a journal. Continue reading