Is Journal-Keeping Even Worth It?
Our notes don’t simply know the drill. It will blush if you let it do the job. In every page one, we write down the vital things of whatever, carry on to proceed at the main body, which might I add, is the only thing being reread and repaired. This then creates a community of note-keepers that pursue the idea of record porn.
Anything eventually grows pornographic if the need to synthesize and glamorize it subsists into labeling it as a ‘habit’ and treating it as way more than that. Just like obsession, no matter what angle you look at, it can never be seen as healthy or good.
However, anything can also be reduced in the eroticization because it’s a ladderized procedure these actions go through. And if we are to approach this the backdoor way and neck at the upsides of journaling, it’s no surprise that keeping a journal beats not having one.
Up the top of the list is how the process of journaling stretches our intellectual monument called the IQ. Subvocalizing thoughts is a powerful active way of learning. In the recall operation, our brain takes little pieces of daily experiences and knit a methodical conclusion out of them. This allows us to see the bigger picture, just by writing it down on paper. The carry-on easing nibblet of this operation is that no one is the wiser if we choose to share or keep what’s inside our drawn conclusions.
Now, just like the IQ, the EQ also gets a proper raise. Maturing mostly happens emotionally. Spaciousness–giving each feeling a room to breathe–smirks at the fact that in reality, there’s no urgency to react as intensely as we feel during the heat of the moment. It’s a sea-water-wading with an air balloon not inflated enough to carry more than one person out there on the sea. It’s the hysteria that drowned the cat.
Incidentally, journaling gives us that ticket too. With the profit of having to ramble about ourselves for as long as we’d like, it carries us in its pocket and lets us take a look at our experiences from the top-view. Blowing up and calling names and writing them down in the self-reflection process, then, seems comical looking back.
The last piece of upside is the underrated one. Journaling solidifies our self-discipline. Shoogling tasks and prettifying what we choose to do with the nonlinear works makes missing a journal entry passable. The manual on how written-down the law in keeping one is nonexistent. And as far as that goes, it makes it okay to wear journaling as a loose-fitting jeans.
The grace left on the generation today is to have the courtesy to create brilliant, fixated, single-step hobbies habitable and shaggable enough so it appeals almost all ages. If it passes as an economical-immersion with a slight hint of culture, we take it apart and learn the blueprint. And almost all blueprints share a painless template.
What we learn from the standard way of solving standard problems is that, eventually, the solution will rot and stink. It is not the experiment that changes. It’s the variables. Survival today is not the same as survival back then. Laying down the blueprint of today’s era on top of the former eras to trace out whatever we can trace from them will give us context of flecked causal analysis here and there. But it won’t reproduce the same results.
The initial program the giants made sure everyone’s on board with is to contrive a futuristic and promising world: a world where time and distance are no longer troubles. This master plan rebuilt schools and government organizations to create employable graduates. These citizens, then, created a community of creators (doctors, engineers, actors, scientists, etc.) out of the saluted ideology that postulated going backwards is the death of this age.