Growing up I became accustomed to receiving the same gift for both my birthday and Christmas. It was a much awaited gift, one which I would use to confess my innermost secrets, dreams, ambitions and mundane gossip.This gift was a journal but more importantly it was a gift of expression, freedom and honesty.
When you`re younger, your pride has not evolved into something which holds you back. On the contrary it is something which propels you to dream BIG. You are not ashamed of your ambitions and would often talk about them to your family and friends, you know that saying; "One day when I`m all grown up..."
However, as you hit your preteen/teenage years, secrecy begins to play a much bigger role in our lives. Your body and mind begins to develop, you think about things and become concerned about matters which you might be too embarrassed to share with anyone else and it is at this stage, that for most, a journal can become your best friend.
For me, my journal became more and more hidden as the years went by. Hidden from nosey siblings and eventually hidden in the depths my cupboard and mind. No longer would I fantasize about what I wanted to do and wanted to be. Now it was time to live it.
It has been many years since I actually put pen to paper and truly expressed myself. Yet, in this midst of `living` and not `dreaming` you lose a sense of that fascination with the world, that addiction to expression and the attention to your surroundings and feelings.
It might not be the traditional journal, but this blog will have to be a platform. A platform for anything I feel enthused enough to make the effort to write about. Yes, it is a university assignment but it is said that you can learn a lot in this institution of education and maybe whilst I`m at it, I will learn or relearn a thing or two about myself.
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