A couple years ago my father gave me a leather bound journal made of hand pressed paper. It smells exquisite. I've kept it in its box to preserve the scent and because I'm scared of it. He even provided a fountain pen. So far the only thing I've written in it is an apology to him for the bullshit I've done.
I would love a gift like that, and i do have some nice journals along with fountain pens.
I use them to write important life events my thoughts and stuff that bothers me.
Now’s a moment to start writing in it, you can start with the wreck your emotions during the wreck and your recovery.
Or you could start ghost writing the next Stephen king novel
You might be better off writing on a laptop for now.
Would be a good time to do any outstanding apologies considering you had a brush with death.
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