Sometimes it is a great effort, especially when I write about personal problems or my own faults. It is a struggle to see into my heart when it is not suffused with light. But the actual act of writing creates the clarity I need to view my true intent. Self-justification comes out as pontification. It is stiff on the page, a red flag to my inner-knowing.
Writing is a meditation, a form of introspection.
This is not the same as keeping a journal. My journal is the catalog of my life the what, who, when, and why of existence. At times I find myself listing hurts in my journal, justifying my anger, or placing blame for my unhappiness. It is a necessary part of my growth, because it exposes me to myself. Coincidentally, it is a documentation of my days.