I was just leafing through the rather wordy pages of my journal the other day, I was actually amused at some of the things I had written in those pages. For a moment, I couldn't believe it was actually ME who actually wrote some of those lines. I remember feeling so serious about the content of some of those entries while I sat and wrote them when I did, but now all that seriousness feels betrayed by my laughter at the younger me. But, one thing I still feel whenever I write in my journal is this unique sense of liberation, I feel like everything that I fear sharing with anyone or even fear admitting to my own self, just cascade from my head to my fingers and onto the crisp, white paper in a matter of no time at all. My pre-entry mindset is all about excitement and I literally feel like the words are going to burst out of me if they do not stain those inches of paper.

On certain occasions, I never realize how carried away I get with myself, I'm perpetually trying to figure out answers to matters that I know are not of immediate importance. The funniest part is that, at times, I do not realize how deeply embedded some trivial (occasionally, not so trivial!) matters are in my head, and I know so because they come to me in my dreams; and usually, I wake up the next morning thinking, wow, am I actually really thinking about (the matter) so seriously that it should stay in my subconcious?!

The human mind is interestingly mysterious alright, muy misterioso!