I had it written down somewhere, 16 April 2014. Nudged by unsettling nerves which eventually settled, I celebrated an occasion on rising above the mostly imagined insurmountable waves – by writing it down. I overcame a public speaking presentation for a mandatory course in my first year of university. Story short, I thought the worst out of the situation but the event unfolded rather positively. I wanted it to be a constant reminder that most of my worries are the product of my imaginations running wild, to snap myself out of the fictional bubble I enclose myself in if the need arises. As far as human minds go, I realized that this concept never sticks: “Most of our worries never happen. ” It could be in human’s nature to have the tendency to worry even if we knew the odds, even if the odds play favorably for us. Therefore, as an attempt to hack the mind, I wanted to safe-keep a personal victorious scene somewhere, in case the mind starts going bonkers and stand against myself (so much for loyalty).
That was my starting point. That was my trigger, my memorable first baby steps into journaling.
Fortunately and unfortunately, just like any other interest, it is easier to start something than to maintain it. A flicker of fire sparks the light in us, but a simple unintended overlook might extinguish the flame that once burned so bright. As far as I see it, the good side is, if you’re sticking with it even after failing a couple of times, that’s a pretty good hint that it might be what you’re searching high and low for; You might have just stumbled upon your passion that you actively seek. Just like the story of the red thread of fate, just like how god ties an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet, just like how cords can be pulled and tangled but never broken, you’ll find your passion just like how you’ll meet your persons.
My first baby steps into journaling had its own setbacks, frequently restarting me back at zero. But ultimately, it has evolved slowly but steadily, from baby steps to giant strides.
That’s my story. What’s yours?