When I was younger I would write in a journal everyday. It would just be random ramblings that today don’t mean anything. I think that I would burn my old journals if I still had them. I don’t really have any emotional ties to the silly thoughts I had when I was younger.
Now today if I still kept a journal, I would be devastated to lose it. A journal that I would keep today would serve as a confidant. I could tell my journal anything and it wouldn’t be able to speak back. I could rant all I want to about work or something irrational that my friend did. I could write my hopes and dreams and what I have to do to accomplish them. It would hold more value then ones from when I was little.