- Posted August 11, 2013 by
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The written word: Your personal essays
Burning my diary
I was cleaning the stock room and I suddenly discovered my 1999 diary.
I journaled in high school and college but I stopped keeping a diary when Internet became popular for online blogging.
Having a journal was a kind of prayer book. I’d a best friend to share with my personal memories, good, bad and ugly and the best avenue to express myself.
I didn’t want to read this 1999 diary but I was tempted that I was spending the whole night reading it. Flashbacks begun to appear as I read the entry one by one about my college life. There were secrets. There were happiness and anger. There were failures and mistakes. My diary was the only companion in my ups and downs.
I’d friends who keep their diaries for posterity. They said they are a reminder where life has brought them. I’m the other way. I burned my diaries during the first week of the New Year to start a new chapter of my life. Why did I keep writing things of my life, if I really didn’t want anyone to read them? I burned my diaries to conceal what’s written in there as there are things that need not be told.
The following day, I burned my 1999 diary to keep the tradition. While the fire consumed the pages, it touched my soul. Every goodbye is the birth of a memory.