Recording things was difficult for me. I thought it was excessive, and it was also a hassle. I started a blog for two reasons.
One reason is for studying. After all, it has been said that the human brain perceives output as important information rather than input.
The other one is practice for myself. My tastes are clear. I am confident about what I like and what I want to do, but being an independent person, I rarely seek advice from others or share my worries.
Situations where I can open myself up are rare. As a result, I often feel that I am clumsy at conveying my thoughts and expressing myself. Conviction and expression are different muscles.
It is a practice notebook in that sense.
It has been said that the mere act of putting thoughts into writing organizes one's cognition and emotions. What remains lumped up inside the mind takes shape when brought out into the open.
I felt it would be a shame to just let the fleeting thoughts flowing by consciously slip away.
It is said to be an era where romance is dead. Good people are by our side. We raise our glasses, laugh, and chat. However, it is not easy to bring up things like humanity, freedom, or the depth of life. Thoughts can differ, and those differences can become uncomfortable. It is a world where even bringing up deep conversations requires practice.
John Keating from Dead Poets Society says that things like medicine, law, and management are necessary to sustain life, but poetry, beauty, and love are the reasons we live.
I love things beyond efficiency and practicality. And I want to be with such people.
I wish this were my Dead Poets Society.