Wednesday, February 3rd, 2021

2/3/2021

I haven’t been very diligent lately about maintaining a diary, although I have been productive around the house and very busy with work these days. In the country, so much has happened since I’ve last written: the storming of the Capitol in an attempt to protest or even overthrow the government, a transition of Presidential Administration, and many other things in my life and around me. The asylum law proceeding in which I am representing an asylum law seeker is also moving along.

Part of my overall hesitation or lack of action in maintaining a diary is my uncertainty over the best form. At times, a handwritten account in a physical seems to be the best route in my case: for a completely private storage would allow me to write specific details about my work or personal life, but for purposes of expediency and convenience: a typed account is a much more fluid and natural way for me to record my thoughts or notes on the occurrences of my days and weeks.

Part of the strong drive to do this emanates from my own reflections at this point in time at my life: as a man of thirty-eight years of age, and having no descendants of my own as of yet, and unlikely to have any given my circumstances: I have the urge to leave something of myself for future generations, which likely is one of the most universal urges and yearnings of all mankind. As a great lover of history, in fact: at times, it is almost exclusively what I read, within me is the persistent thought that I should record a diary of my own life: as a man of the Millennial generation of the United States, and person at this point in time: as I ascribe value to the writings of any person in history, if such writings are a true, accurate and honest testament of that person’s life, events, and surroundings.

I will try to write more later.