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After it's all said and done, life's just a bunch of kwotes

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I was digging around in my desk today, and I found my trusty ol’ journal. It’s been a while since I’ve written in my journal, but seeing it again reminded me of how much I love to write in it. There’s something about writing on paper that’s satisfying. It’s as real as it gets.

So, I thought I’d share with all of you the opening page. I like to give each new journal a sort of theme. As you can see, the theme for this one is “Reset”. The writing is pretty poor, but it’s me. It’s organic, it’s raw, and it’s completely me.

If you get the chance, write on paper. It gives you an experience unlike any keyboard or touch screen. Make your writing actual writing, not just typing. It’s more personal, more revealing. It let’s you see the person that you really are.

Moral of the story:write more, type less

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2 thoughts on “Yes, I Write On Paper

  1. The Cutter says:

    I write sometimes, but it often causes my hand to hurt. Guess I shouldn’t have ignored all those teachers who tried to get me to hold a pencil correctly.

    1. vino4 says:

      It makes my hand hurt a bit sometimes, too. But, that invests me even more in it. Like the pain of my hand is transferred to the paper.

      I know that’s some deep-ass stuff, but its true…I think..

      And thank you for reading. It’s very cool of you

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