Up until the last few years I always had a journal - I have considered starting up again, but I just simply don’t make time for quiet reflection anymore. I’m not passing judgment on this fact - it’s just that other things have usurped its place in my life at the moment.
I journaled with an audience in mind, always - my future self. Journaling has kept me in touch with impermanence. How nothing lasts at all.
It reminds me that I’ve forgotten more than I’ve remembered. And how my memories have been reshaped and reshaped until the feelings associated with them sometimes bear little resemblance to how I felt at the time these events were actually happening. And which is more accurate - the way I felt as it happened or how I parse it now, years later?