Why do I write? Why won’t I write? Even when my mouth is shut, my mind is continuosly talking. There are things that I need not utter to anyone but myself... hence, the journal. What do I write? Well, I’ll share a glimpse of what’s inside.
A trip to Universal studios. I thought I’d keep the map of the whole area. Although I would have wanted to keep the whole map with the front and back but it won’t fit in my journal.
Flowers given to me by my husband and my kids. Flowers wither and die so I thought I’d keep some of it.
A note from a man who cleaned our hotel room. It has personality and sincerity at the same time. Whether it was him who wrote this or not, it was still a pleasant surprise.
I try to keep all the pages filled up. Though I like to be those wonderful journals I see on Instagram with all the stamps and stickers, I can’t seem to do it. I don’t think I’m one of those type (took me a while to accept that). So instead I write what I think and I write what I like. It is my thoughts and nobody should invade it. It is my own personal internalization, my own personal growth.
My thoughts, my words;
My mind, my heart.
I speak of my mind;
And I speak of my heart.
- ambquezada
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