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Since I was 12 I have been writing daily in a journal. While it started out as a process I was advised to use to overcome some issues in my life, it has now become much more and I wanted to say a few things about the process and what I believe its affects are.
When I started I had a pressured mind – that is so many thoughts at the same time and each with their own emotion. When you write it forces you to sort through your thoughts and order them as much as possible. It forces you to think through things and question what you think it actually true and whats just noise.
For a lot of people writing changes what the truth is. You can say something 100 times but when its in writing its more likely that suddenly it becomes evidence of truth. A formal parchment stating Rachael Conway has a degree suddenly makes it more true then Rachael herself saying it. An old guy tells a story about himself being a hero in the war and you think – yeah yeah – but then you come across the story in a book and suddenly that makes it true. I want to state, that through my mind journeys, I have come to realise that just because its written, doesn’t make it true.
Another of my thoughts is that writing expresses a view far more eloquently that simply saying it. It is it’s own form of artistry. To that end what makes that artistry all the more precious is when its written in your own handwriting. My journal is always my handwriting and I surround each entry with paintings or drawings or flowers I have picked. I am realising just how valuable that’s made those journals. I feel the same when I receive something in someone’s handwriting.
There was someone I was very close to and on her birthday I got a notebook with heavy parchment paper and copied on each page entries from my journal that expressed thoughts about her and did some art around each entry. She had terrible parents and a terrible life but my one happiness for her is how she felt when I gave her that gift. My point in all this is that what you think and put on paper is powerful in all sorts of ways. It portrays something more striking than if you had chosen to speak those words. When its done with your own handwriting it turns that powerful communication into something treasured (or something fearful if you write something negative). It is likely what you write wont be discarded. I write SMSs and e-mails but they convey small bites of disposable thoughts. But there is nothing disposable about the choice to express something loving to someone with your own hand.
When I started I had a pressured mind – that is so many thoughts at the same time and each with their own emotion. When you write it forces you to sort through your thoughts and order them as much as possible. It forces you to think through things and question what you think it actually true and whats just noise.
For a lot of people writing changes what the truth is. You can say something 100 times but when its in writing its more likely that suddenly it becomes evidence of truth. A formal parchment stating Rachael Conway has a degree suddenly makes it more true then Rachael herself saying it. An old guy tells a story about himself being a hero in the war and you think – yeah yeah – but then you come across the story in a book and suddenly that makes it true. I want to state, that through my mind journeys, I have come to realise that just because its written, doesn’t make it true.
Another of my thoughts is that writing expresses a view far more eloquently that simply saying it. It is it’s own form of artistry. To that end what makes that artistry all the more precious is when its written in your own handwriting. My journal is always my handwriting and I surround each entry with paintings or drawings or flowers I have picked. I am realising just how valuable that’s made those journals. I feel the same when I receive something in someone’s handwriting.
There was someone I was very close to and on her birthday I got a notebook with heavy parchment paper and copied on each page entries from my journal that expressed thoughts about her and did some art around each entry. She had terrible parents and a terrible life but my one happiness for her is how she felt when I gave her that gift. My point in all this is that what you think and put on paper is powerful in all sorts of ways. It portrays something more striking than if you had chosen to speak those words. When its done with your own handwriting it turns that powerful communication into something treasured (or something fearful if you write something negative). It is likely what you write wont be discarded. I write SMSs and e-mails but they convey small bites of disposable thoughts. But there is nothing disposable about the choice to express something loving to someone with your own hand.
