When I lost my Journal in Bali, I kept crying at the breakfast table with no way of stopping myself because it was all too painful and it felt like a part of me was ripped out from my insides and I might never find it again.
My father asked me why I was crying, and I explained to him that I had written down all the life-changing moments that I had experienced during that trip, and how they’re lost forever.
I remember what he said to me: “You haven’t lost anything, because you’ve experienced it, and you’ve already written it down, so you haven’t lost it, because now it’s in your heart.”
I think that, to me, was the most life-changing.
I wiped away my tears, finished up my breakfast and managed with some difficulty but ease in my chest, and stopped myself from crying.
It was as if a great weight had been lifted off me.
It also made me realise that it’s like living.
However many things you’ve gone through or are going through, it changes you on the inside, and you’re a different person.
In this case, I’ve become a better person. I’ve unlocked something in me that has been locked up for so long, and that has changed me. I didn’t need my Journal to keep that change within me because it has already planted seeds that will soon flourish like a garden of flowers within me.