reading a book is an act of faith, that the author would make that focused time and energy worthwhile, esp in this world of distractions
journal writing requires self-honesty, which is hard. To be aware we’re capable of self-delusion for psychological safety.
I wish I can do some sentiment analysis on my journal to compare how neurotic I am now compared to say, a year ago.
They say write the books you wish to read, I say create the sites you wish exist in the world.
some days I just immerse myself in the internet. It isn’t a distraction – but an intricate web of stories waiting to be discovered.
So now I’m like, when I die, am I going to worry about people thinking that I did too much? I’ll probably be sad I didn’t do enough.