Turning things over in my head.

I've been wrestling in my mind with what subject to talk about in a journal. Given a multitude of aspects pertaining to the nature of my life I must always choose my words carefully whilst simultaneously conveying a sense of meaning in whatever it is I'm writing about. I spent a great deal of last year in silence and am overall trying to avoid that this year, without making largely pointless entries.

For awhile now I've felt the need to...share more, really. At least in ways I regard as safe and sensible. Everything in life has felt so vivid lately. Vibrant.

If anything I think it's beneficial for me to write at least some of these events, sensations, and thoughts down. Documentation. Remembrance.

I try to make a majority of the journals I post meaningful, at least in someway. Even if it is in a way other's don't notice. I feel as though there is enough wasting of words and communication in life, therefore I try to do the opposite and punctuate my words with meaning; even if I am one of only a handful of individuals who understand what I am conveying. I find it is better to be comprehended by those with the ability to fully grasp meaning and message than not at all.