Why we should write?

Everyone should keep a journal, preferably first thing in the morning. I type it on the computer because I am too lazy to pull up a pen and paper.

I began journaling very unintentionally. I was obliged to do it as part of a school-wide sustainability initiative. And, like this blog, the book was full of rubbish. So, later on, every year, my father would give us a diary. We usually request a diary for purely academic reasons. We enjoyed taking notes from the books and newspapers we read. It was also frequently a pleasurable business. Anyway, I used to have these bursts of energy. The vast majority of them irritated me. I began writing to channel that energy. The typical creative writing nonsense we all used to do in school. But, I’m not sure, my teachers recognized some life in them and pushed me to write again. Despite the fact that I made mistakes all the time, they believed in me. I wrote terribly. They were unaware of these energy surges.

So, there’s the diary thing. So Dad once handed each of us two diaries. One was used to write regular facts. I kept the other with me to scribble down my strange thoughts.

I used to have pretty strange dreams. So, if I recall them, I used to jot them down in that book. It afterward evolved into a hobby. So, while we were cleaning up, I came across a few of them.

This has been an interesting year. The most memorable notes I wrote in 2015 were all taken out. It was the first time in my life that I had expressed my feelings to a girl. That was a year full of surprises. So, the tense days leading up to the proposal day culminated in the most hilarious day in my life. It was a heinous idea that backfired spectacularly. Sometimes acting in front of a mirror isn’t the same as genuinely proposing to a girl. Anyway, that was a very amusing episode. I chose the day Hillary Clinton announced her candidacy for President of the United States. My excitement, like hers, had never lasted so long. Respected parties both rejected us.

Okay, so the entries I wrote in the days leading up to that were hilarious. Now I laugh at myself for the effort made by the introverted me, who was (and still is) frightened to approach girls.

I don't know why, I didn't faint.

Anyway, throughout the next 8 to 9 months, my diary chronicled the most gloomy emotions I experienced during my college years. I realized that life is full of rejections and that we can develop ourselves even after rejections. That was a game-changing year.

But, looking back, writing out my emotions helped me get rid of my rage, anger, and over-excitement. To some extent, it was critical to my mental health. It isn’t a perfect answer, but it does assist.

Now I’m at a crossroads in my career, which we refer to as a “tipping point.” As a result, there should be no place for anxiousness or overthinking. As a result, it’s a better method to channel that energy and compose something that will make me chuckle years later.