My Prized Possession : Diary

I already have 4 diaries, of which I wrote the things that happened on my everyday life, though the first diary consisted of only my amazing 3^rd year in high school. Things that made me happy, inspired , confused , sad ,and mad are written there. It’s not that always updated though because I only put things that can spice up my diary, and sometimes I forgot or not in the mood to write because sometimes in a day I almost done nothing but the usual stuff, like school related activities and such. 

My current diary became not the usual diary anymore but more of a journal, I wrote all my thoughts in life , my questions and some of my opinions about things. I also put some things that I'm grateful for , and some little precious moments and favorites, suddenly my diary/journal is quickly close to being full. I get inspired and happy whenever I write there, most of the time I’m alone doing it. There were times that I read them altogether again and it made me reminisce and laugh that I was too immature in those days . It’s great having a diary because it can bring you back to the times when you were happy, sad or mad and all were just a part of you. Those times that I was fighting for being the representative of cotillion in our class ,those difficult projects in high school , that time when I was nervous to getting in college , and what would it be like, that happy moment when my college friends surprised me for my 17^th birthday , that moment when I celebrated my debut, and the time when my grandmother was gone and other things that I’ve experienced .

I always thought that what if I already have a diary when I was even younger , that would be so much awesome and epic . So , I pledge to always have a diary/ journal whenever another one is full because another wonderful adventure awaits me , and reading back all those moments were priceless. I also thought that if I’m going to be a mother someday and old I would make my children and grandchildren read them and they would know what I have been through all those times. Something concrete and written by my own hands is something I can also be proud of because time can’t erase them anymore, and if I put these all to the internet it’s not going to be like the traditional one , because it’s way too different to have a diary written by your own handwriting. Just like recently , I was mad at myself for being clumsy and I wrote it to my diary just to throw it out, in my writing you can see all the anger and lonely thoughts , because I just scribble all the words inside my head, no thinking for minutes , just puting all my anger in paper (of which I think ruined my “this must be a clean ,orderly and colorful diary”). I didn’t regret writing it because I realize that at least I had let go of that emotion , and seeing it made me laugh .

I consider my diaries as my treasure in life , and as a lesson too. It made me more mature and pro in handling life in my hands. Browsing them brings joy to me , and seeing how much I’ve grown through the years give me hope and dream. It’s one of the greatest things I’ve achieved in life.