Today I had decided to buy a journal for myself, seeing as I already post blogs on three different sites. One of those three had become a lost cause. That particular site was made as a diary that kept personal matters personal. However, it did not work as well as I had hoped so I shut it down as I was feeling uncomfortable writing so deeply about my life on a computer. Hence, I purchased a journal.
Before I bought a journal I had looked around the stores trying to find a book that had both simplicity and personalization. I wanted it to look plain and regular, but maybe something in addition that made it look like it suited 'me'.
I first picked up a plain black notebook. It was mundane to say the least but it looked like it would do the job. As I was walking to the counter I quickly decided to take it back and search for another.
The second was a notebook that had a spiral to keep the pages bound. It was way too casual for what I was looking for.
The third stood out from the rest. Nothing plain about it. Around the outside was a map of the old world and it fascinated me to the point where I just enjoyed staring that the cover. It had a solid magnetic flap that kept the contents safe and inside were beautiful off-white pages that made it look not old fashioned, but traditional. On the top of every few pages were quotes from inventors or philosophers that were great to read. It was a very colorful book, it almost seemed feminine. But the fact that the world was wrapped around its pages made me want it. It was the world. It had places I wanted to see, it reminded me of my goals, how all I seem to think about these days is life, death, God and travel. The cover itself seemed to stimulate my mind. So I bought it.
Side note: I bought an amazing book, I'm very early in but I am enjoying it throughly. It's called Tuesdays With Morrie. I just wanted to share a quote I read: He was intent on proving that the word "dying" was not synonymous with "useless."
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