Many people think their lives aren’t interesting enough or worthy enough of being committed to paper, even in journals or on scraps of napkins (my preferred writing materials).
Whenever I tell people about the importance of journaling or leaving behind some sort of written record of their lives for their families, they usually say the same thing: “Oh, who’d want to read that?” or “My life isn’t that exciting” or “I don’t have much to say.”
But just like creativity is in our bones, writing down our lives isn’t just worthwhile.
It is within us and it’s a wonderful thing to do to process our world.
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Depression is Beautiful. All Life Is.
Thanks so much, Tom, for sharing your six-word memoir!
I’ve written my memoir: Ghost Child to Triumph (from a child with no voice, to someone who speaks up against injustice), and my poetry book, Sanctuary of the Soul
Hmmmm…6 words? Dancer, singer, author, passionate, overcomer, wounded-healer
I read this blog and then walked away from it for a long while, pondering the question. I came up with a couple of 6 word lines. The first reflects, more or less where I am now. The second, where I would rather be.
Who AM I ? Does anyone know?
Let it go and move on.
Mission Aborted no longer touching future.
Brown skin child of the sun
Life on hold racists haters abound.
No longer teaching reaching young minds
events didn’t make me, events revealed me
self honesty, self responsibility, self correction
wake up and smell the coffee
Repeat after me, “I am free”
Just wanted to chime in and say how powerful your memoirs are! Thank you everyone so much for sharing!
My life is a continuing journey
Ditto to Allsion’s six worded entry. Though I am not an author, I am a songwriter.
Not the destination;but the journey
Still climbing; is there light ahead?
How are you today? Still here.
An empty world, but for me.
Still trying not to fall…again.
Lessons from Low make High possible.
All Lows make the Highs real.
Don’t have to KNOW…just GO !
The Valleys teach more than Mountains.
Behind my eyes; a broken battlefield
Better than I used to be.
Mother committed suicide; I shall not.
Behind doesn’t matter – life is ahead.
Let the inside you shine out.
Fear paralyses, love frees, life awaits.
Love God, man, self, others, always.
It’s easier than it sounds!
I am not a scarecrow yet.
peace and calmness i want to radiate,
that is what i am trying to accumulate.
This is a great idea for groups just forming or just meeting someone (I’m a therapist.).
I haven’t figured out my six words yet but will post it when I find it.
Thanks!
Came up with a mantra:
Live and love with mindful joy.
And, on writing:
Crap! Billionth rewrite, coming right up.
@ The Writing Goddess, OMG, I love your words on writing!
It’s sooo true! The mantra is beautiful, too.
Again, I wanted to reiterate how amazing everyone’s six words are. I know it’s not easy to express such personal things, so thank you!
“A Crowd within, confuses the one”
Nurses; love and science tightly woven.
The purpose, is to bring purpose.
Or
Intentional Integrity, in love, truth, and health.
oops. LOL.
Spontaneous life is the most beautiful.
Wanting it all~and then some!
Life’s crazy but what a ride!
holy cow, i love the craziness
My clock has one time: Now.
still looking at shadows casting light
I wish I had done it.
Live for the now and forever.
Tired eyes hide our empty smiles.
Meaning is the thing we lack.
I am not alone at all.
No one is alone in here.
It’s alright now. I’m finely okay.
Dreamers never prosper. They only live.
Closet dreamers are hidden from sight.
Childhood disappears without saying goodbye.
Suddenly I feel tremendously, horribly old.
I’m done lying. I am not okay.
Her eyes were diamonds; glittery, unobtainable
Broken hearts sound like beating drums.
Still awakening possibilities in young people.
Created. Unique. Loved. Called. Forgiven. Kept.
Trying to understand why it happened?
Life, it doesn’t bore me
Excuse me. Life, it has never bored me.
What ever, I’m going to bed.
My life, average: thoughts, not.
Country that’s all I can be.
Poetry made me see the picture.
Unhinged unnerved unwise underdog unannounced unilaterally
followed the rules, wish I hadn’t
My Life. Pain sprinkled with blessings.
Chasing a dream – or a pie-in-the-sky?
One per decade.
Remember, what you are is enough.
Life throws surprising curves at you.
This isn’t the life I’d planned. (But it will do.)
Pay it ahead. It’s an investment.
The universe is a wonderful place.
Learn from your mother and father. (Good or bad, there or not.)