do you ever wonder if you write a dairy/journal, one day people would want to read it? Or if someone told your life story, would people really want to hear it? I love to write and to journal and i have thought about this quite often.
would i want people to read my writings? when i write about love, hate, good, bad, choice words, childish entries that embarress me....would i really want people to have access to that? maybe....wouldn't that make me more human? more relatable, accessable? wouldn't that make me more real to those reading or listening?
I think about anne frank. i'm sure she never thought that people all across the world woult know her story, movies would be made and a simple reference to her name would result in a rush of stories, memories, visuals, etc. the invoktion of tenacity, hope, determination, faith, etc.
i would like to think that one day, my daughter would want to read the many journals i've kept since highschool. that maybe, they would help her. that she would be able to see me as someone who has been through the drama and struggles of life at that age. not just a mom who can't remember what it was like. i've realized that that is a HUGE misconception.
see i think there is so much people can get from eachother's expereinces. isn't that why we communicate? to relate, to learn, to feel connected? i dunno.
i just hope that my words will effect someone. whether it be through my journals, my blogs, my testimony, my life, i just want to know that i was able to help someone, change a life, brighten a day, and give hope. i'd be okay with that. :)
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