I decided on keeping a journal. The past few weeks, or maybe even months, flew by. This new life, or rather, the life for as far as I can remember it, has been… adventurous to say the least.
This journal will serve as my way to deal with my day to day encounters and adventures. An ‘Adventurous life’, implying a voluntarily based chance I’m taking, is not the right way of describing my life right now, but for a lack of a better word it’ll do.
Apart from a way of dealing with my experiences, I do have two other reasons of keeping a journal. As my anew started life, a misunderstanding between my consciousness and myself for keeping a memory of my life as it used to be, I’m afraid of losing memory again. I wish I had written down anything of past days in life. Kept them close to my heart, or in a book. Alas. A new chance to get things right I suppose.
The third reason is as a follow up on advice. The people I have met take good care of me. They offered me a place to sleep, eat and drink for as long as I need it. Splitting firewood, gathering herbs, flowers and roots, and delivering messages to nearby villages serve as compensation.
An old lady told me about keeping a journal, and how keeping it might brighten up my memories of days past. I trust these people, admire them even. Lacking any other considerable offers of aid to my memory, I felt like this was as good a start as any.
Knowing weeks have passed since I woke up and began my new life, I do have some catching up to do. I will start from the beginning.