One of the most beautiful aspects of keeping a journal is the ability to take a detailed journey into your personal history whenever you want.
Even famous people, notorious for forgetfulness like myself, can vividly remember many things years later through journals. For example, the following lines are from my 18-year-old journal:
“I eagerly awaited turning 18 with a different enthusiasm due to the special importance given to it in this country. I thought that when I reached this age, everything would be resolved on its own, all doors would open in front of me, and I would continue my life as a mature man who had reached the desired standards. But it wasn’t like that!
The concept of a ‘personal tale’ from The Alchemist has been in the back of my mind for years. My personal tale: to become a good writer one day. To reach the masses with my novels, to create characters that people envision in their dreams. To include them in my own stories.
Apart from that, I don’t have very expensive and unattainable goals in life. A nuclear family, a girl and/or a boy child, financial income that would allow me to buy what I want when I want it, a job of my own, and enjoying life by constantly discovering new places, new tastes, and pleasures. Can I achieve these by the age of 30? I don’t know, but at least I will try.
Since the day I wrote these lines, especially in the last five years, I have been counting down towards my 30s. For so long, I still lived with the fear of turning 30 like that 18-year-old young man. I worked constantly with the fear of not being able to achieve my goals and the desired life standard. Now, looking at the list above, I seem to have achieved all my goals except for two.
I have built a family, become the owner of my own business, and even ventured into new investments afterward, achieving the financial income that would allow me to instantly obtain what I desire. I continue to run from adventure to adventure in pursuit of new places, new tastes, and discoveries. There are two missing items on the list: a daughter and a novel.
The longing for a daughter has subsided enough after two boys, but the novel that I have been thinking about for years (even if at very long intervals) has still not been finished. Today, looking back, I am a man who seems to have achieved everything he wants and reached his goals. There is only one thing left: my ‘personal tale’: a novel.
I have been keeping a journal since the age of 16, and there are very intimate things in these journals. Probably, after I die, people will read them. Among the notes I left in history over all these years, one unchanging thing stands out among the experienced, the experiences, the successes, the demolitions, the joys, the sorrows, the happiness, the drama, the joy, the loyalty, the betrayal, the lie, the truth, love, woman, man, friendship, companionship, family, love, work, impossibility, chance, death, birth, forgiveness, sacrifice, and many more: writing!
While life continues to surprise me, heading where fate takes me, and today, at the age of 30, an important milestone for me, I still whisper the same sentence with the same excitement inside me:
Nothing can be as surprising as life. Except writing…