Blue Monday

Don't write on bad days. I tell myself that now, but then I never do. I write sometimes to forget good and bad days. That's a good reason to keep a journal. Just to write, get things off my chest. I find it healing to write about me and what troubles me. And I often find that troubles are not really that bad. Once I've written them down, I feel better and I feel like these are shared and they belong to everyone. I've never known anyone who's read my journals. I can't imagine anyone who might want to read me. In a thousand years I see them as dust. Long forgotten memories of a man who never really mattered. All I'll leave behind is a pile of dust among many other piles of dust. Where will all of our books be by then? I don't imagine there still being books in a thousand years. Are millions still alive then and will there still be an appetite for simple books? I hope so. I hope knowledge and books last for ever. I pray for diversity and for modern thinkers. I pray for people who will and who do and for people that see the future and smile.