The question is...
Feb. 17th, 2008 01:40 amWhy do I keep trying to start a journal?
It isn't that I want to share my life with anyone. Most of the people I know don't even know this page exists and I will likely keep it that way. Some parts of your life you don't want to share.
So why journal in the first place online you might ask, and I have no real answer for you.
Maybe, just maybe, there's a certain comfort in the anonymity of the dark internet night; a certain relief in letting the thoughts that plague your mind free to float on the cyber wind like a message in a bottle. Most people will glance at the bottle and keep on passing, some will pick it up, inspect it for value then toss it away. But there will be a rare few who find the gem hidden in the ashes of another's anonymous confessions - those who see the beauty in not only the grains of sand on the bottle but the message within, however much of a lament the message is.
Somewhere out there, someone is seeking understanding that comes best anonymously.
I can't explain it better than that.
It isn't that I want to share my life with anyone. Most of the people I know don't even know this page exists and I will likely keep it that way. Some parts of your life you don't want to share.
So why journal in the first place online you might ask, and I have no real answer for you.
Maybe, just maybe, there's a certain comfort in the anonymity of the dark internet night; a certain relief in letting the thoughts that plague your mind free to float on the cyber wind like a message in a bottle. Most people will glance at the bottle and keep on passing, some will pick it up, inspect it for value then toss it away. But there will be a rare few who find the gem hidden in the ashes of another's anonymous confessions - those who see the beauty in not only the grains of sand on the bottle but the message within, however much of a lament the message is.
Somewhere out there, someone is seeking understanding that comes best anonymously.
I can't explain it better than that.