The sacred words you scribble in your journal are yours and yours alone. It is a haven, a private sanctum where you can lay bare your soul without judgment. In this space, you grant yourself the freedom to voice your rawest truths, no matter how fragmented or unpolished they might be. It’s a realm for unfiltered confessions, for vulnerability, for candid reflections. Once you’ve poured your essence onto those pages, the next step may seem ambiguous. Should these musings stay or should they be let go?
For me, every journal entry is a timestamp. It’s a record of my myriad emotions, the peaks and troughs of my journey, the dreams that keep me awake, and the shadows that lurk in my doubts. Flipping through the weathered pages of my older journals feels like revisiting past versions of myself. I’m presented with vivid snapshots of bygone days, the problems that once seemed insurmountable, and the moments of ecstasy. It’s a tangible chronicle of my evolution, of lessons learned, and how the tapestry of my life has been woven. Hence, I cherish these records and preserve them as intimate memoirs of my journey.
But that’s me. Maybe you find solace in the act of releasing—letting your words flow only to then let them go, like releasing balloons into the sky. If writing is your cathartic release, a therapeutic purge of sorts, then maybe for you, discarding those entries is the final step in letting go. And that’s perfectly valid.
The essence isn’t necessarily in the preservation but in the expression. The act of externalizing, of channeling your emotions and experiences into words, is where the magic truly lies. To pen or to discard? It’s a choice, but before you can decide, you must first dare to write. Embrace the process, and let your truth find its way. Whatever path you choose thereafter, remember that the journey itself is invaluable.