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Have you ever written a diary?
Even if you wrote say five to ten pages and then forgot all about it. Then one
day while cleaning your closet you find it just lying there, guarding your
secrets, fantasies and desires.
Its kind of a mixed feeling isn’t
it. Some pages make you cry, some make you laugh and a few make you feel angry.
But reading the pages of that long lost diary help you relive those moments
again.
I too found such diaries in
my closet. Yes, diaries not just one but three diaries and in each one of them I
had hardly written thirty to forty pages. 
It told me about things which
I used to cherish as a kid and now I don’t even think about them. Not just this
but it reminded me of all the promises I had made to myself. Someone once told
me “no matter how much you try you can never be the same rebellious teenager,
standing up for what is right and at one point of time you’ll have to be ignorant”
to which I completely disagreed and I still feel the same way. I still fight
for what is right and I’ll never be one of those ignorant people living without
even knowing who they actually are/were. It’s a different story, that I still
remember this particular incidence but there are people who forget, “who they
really are and what they really wanted to be” just because they don’t pay
attention to small and simple things in life. They become ignorant towards
life.
Why do we let ourselves miss
out on the things which make us feel happy or make life simpler? Why make your
own self feel miserable when you can actually do better than that…
My point here is, cherish
what you had, love what you have and never let go of who you really are.
Surely , diary is your true friend... cause it never judges you..!
ReplyDeleteI am writing my diary since 2005, n I still wonder why I feel so comfortable while sharing with my diary when at the same time it becomes a gargantuan work for me when it comes for sharing with your loved ones...!
Dear Ambrose:
DeleteIts true... It sometimes guards so many personal secrets that sharing it itself makes me defensive and uncomfortable too. Thats the whole point of a diary right...to be 'Private'. Some things are better left untouched I suppose. But just that even reading an old diary makes us realise who we were and how much of it has changed or has remained the same over time...