I know I go on and on about everyone telling their story and everyone listening to each others stories like it will save the world (because it will), but it’s interesting to look at what parts of our story we tell others and why.
The reason I love my journals so much is because I can write the truth to myself. I don’t think its particularly relevant where and when you tell the truth except when its to yourself. If you can keep your inner compass alive by writing your truths alone, then you will always be ok. What are some truths you know but don’t feel comfortable telling others?
The truth about what happened to me isn’t even found in my own journal.
Well, because they are the only way we will ever understand each other. And if we understand each other, don’t you think we could creep into a kinder world?