"I think we owe it to ourselves to make some record of our lives. I hate
the idea of waste in general, and I know how much of my time, how many
thoughts, ideas, and memories, would be lost forever if I didn’t write
at least some of it down. Consequently, I have written journals on and
off for around 25 years now; I have recorded my thoughts in diaries and
PDAs, written regularly every night, written on an occasional basis,
and yet, until now, never been satisfied with my efforts, often giving
up altogether after only a few months. My diary often descended into a
mundane list of things that no-one, not even me, was interested in.
What did I watch on TV? What homework did I do? Who cares! When I
wasn’t writing lists, my diary became an excuse to descend into maudlin
self-pity. Sure, life isn’t all roses, and a diary can be a useful
medium for sounding off about the world and working off your everyday
frustrations, but it’s all too easy to overdo it, and ultimately that’s
not good for the soul. It doesn’t make for very interesting re-reading
"Dr. Moleskine, or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love My Journal"