Well let's be honest, the future remains unseen. Without a doubt, I have surely impacted the last 167 weeks of my existence. Taking a few minutes every single day to write down something has been as much of a blessing as a burden, at least personally. Although no single entry has been vital, I cannot help but believe that the summation of all these musings do actually add up to something.
Even if unread by friends, I have committed feelings and ideas to a more lasting form than a fleeting thought. A great deal of life flies by quickly so having reference to some of it seems important. This could be important because of my present stage of life. Yet, I do not see others in my age category doing likewise. I have always considered myself special but shouldn't everyone?
I'm not one who'd be comfortable attempting to create poetry or literature. To me it seems as if those avenues of expression are uncomfortably useless and ultimately exchangeable. My words and pictures are a simple attempt at personal creativity and record keeping. Maybe.