diary
Recently I have not posted any article, so I decided to write something, though I do not have a good topic I want to talk about in particular. Probably it will be what they call a diary. Actually, I created my Twitter account to record my daily events and feelings, so I intend to use Twitter as a diary. So it might be that I do not have to write something more here as a diary. However, freed from the limitation of letters that Twitter imposes, I can possibly express myself in a different aspect. Anyway, I start composing a passage.
First of all, dairy is what we write once a day. In a diary, we reflect on the highlights of each day, which moved their heart. In this procedure, actually, I found that reflection is an indispensable process, which makes it special to keep a diary. Reflecting and pointing out, it is a series of tasks to give a frame to my chaos of memory. To precise my preferences and distinguish them from others. It is a violent act, and therefore it makes me feel a kind of comfort.
For example, Sarashinanikki (更級日記), which is among my favourite classics, is written when the author gets aged enough. It is marvellous for her to express her feelings lively even after decades of years passed and she finds her young days differently. However, the importance of reflection was a clue to the value of the book, too, in that they represent several perspectives whose plurality was realised by the passing of time.
Twitter, to which I post my thoughts at a moment, might be similar to shílù (實錄), which records all the behaviours and discourses of the king or of the general. I find it interesting to be in charge of the recording bureaucrat for my own shílù, reminding a concept of freed individuals, and you?
Anyway, I sometimes see some blogs which tell about the writer’s recent with some citation for their tweets. It might be a similar way to that of Sugawara no Takasue no musume’s (菅原孝標女), the author of Sarashinanikki. Researchers say that she called back her memories, picking up the letters and poems which she sent and received in her youth. Twitter’s role as a shílù might be, combined with reflecting blog service, a good tool to introduce plurality to my memory, which makes my path more interesting.
Well, at the beginning of this article, I declared to write a diary, but I actually wrote ABOUT a diary. However, I leave it not rewritten on purpose since it provoked my thoughts on writing a diary as well as tweets. Since I find it meaningful, I might be going to write a real diary next time, if I will be feeling like doing so.