| Why not write in my xanga again? After all, it is a journal, and journals are meant to be written in, even if this isn't my primary one.
So, dear Xanga or whoever reads this, I am going to think out loud.
I love to write. I love to put my thoughts down on paper, in type, whatever. Thinking in itself is good, but it's always so much better when you have a real copy of it and you can make yourself so much more intelligent and understandable by writing. In writing, every thought is perfected, or at least reaches for perfection, and can be easily corrected or rethought before the written product is finished. In speech, this requires "No, what I mean is..." or "Oops" or "Actually, that's not right at all," or any other sort of quick correction to protect the message of the spoken word. I suppose this is the reason that most people write out their speeches before presenting them.
Not only is writing much easier and (here I pause to find the right word, something I couldn't easily do when speaking) more precise, it is also more philosophical. Thought is allowed to ripen, in a sense, and become more insightful or profound. It is as if our words are green, small fruits still on the vine, and as we write and give further thought and life to these berry writings and ponderings, they grow and ripen until, like heavy and sweet berries finally falling off the vine, our work is complete and delicious to the taste.
I love to write. And although my journals are used mostly to catalogue and comment on my daily events, I don't think that this is the best use of a journal or the written word. While I am sure I will continue to write about my daily experiences, I am going to attempt to say something, to write something useful and actually worthy each time I make an entry in a journal from now on. The berry has fallen on my head, and, like Newton, I have had a revelation. Words are important, and should be used as such.
I lied earlier. I'm not thinking out loud. At least, not in the way I imagined I would. This is no stream-of-consciousness rant or essay on my lax thoughts. I have deliberately and purposefully pieced together the majority of this entry, and out loud, this would have been much simpler and less thoughtful.
I feel done here. I will write again. This was good.
-Robert.
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