Solace

I have always wondered what people see in journaling. The task itself is both emotionally and physically taxing; pouring out ones daily sentiments on a fancy notebook (or in this case, a webblog) and carefully choosing the words that would best describe a particular emotion so as not to confuse oneself later. Some go to great lengths in claming its therapeutic effect rather than simply admitting that it is only an act of self-assertion. But I tried it anyway. Not because its curative. Not because of the illusion that Im actually talking to someone who can really understand and relate, but because I’m simply bored. Perhaps this is exactly the reason why after a few entries, I get sick of it and I stop only to come back to it eventually, a non-entity that provides solace by unraveling the truths that I hide even to myself.