I lost my journal a couple of weeks ago. It was catastrophic. I’m
not kidding. Apart from the fact that I bought that journal when I was
in Australia, it holds more than a year’s worth of memories. It was
heartbreak. Believe me, I was so close to tears.
One thing that should be said about me is that I’m an avid journal
writer. I know I already have a blog to act as a journal but I’m
old-school. I prefer a pen and a paper to capture my thoughts. My
dreams. My anguish. My bliss. That journal is a written “me” at my barest, naked self. Which was the main reason why I was extremely frantic when I realised that I went home (yes, I was already at home when I realised that I had lost it) without my precious journal….
However, with every loss, the next is twice better. Perhaps this
time, the journal will be filled with happier thoughts, dreams
fulfilled and creation of new dreams, and yea, I wouldn’t part with it.
It’s always better to think happy thoughts and look at the brighter
side of things instead of dwelling on what’s lost. It’ll just bring
your spirit into a state of despair. You really wouldn’t want that,
now, would you?
Open
that journal and look at that blank page. It’s new and open to endless
possibilities. It simply means you are now entitled to a fresh start. A
clean slate. Isn’t it wonderful? In life, we sometimes fail to notice
all the second chances that God gives us. It’s a clear manifestation of
his awesome love, don’t you think? At the cost of losing a year’s worth
of memories is a opportunity to make new ones.
Sasha Manuel
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