This is the first day of the journal. I'm listening to Van Morrison, the Irish Cowboy. There's something about that voice, whether he's talking about Hymns to the Silence or Cleaning Windows, that gets me thinking on a deeper level.
I suppose the first thing I ought to explore is why I started this in the first place. I'm not exactly sure myself. Roughly a week ago, I was just randomly bouncing around the Internet and happened to run into a list of journals, much like I imagine you did, if you are reading this. I took a look at a few sites, all of which had some neat graphics and effects, but few of which resonated with me. There was one, however, that captured my attention. It was built by a person who is almost completely opposite to me in every way. I don't even know if it is still being maintained or checked on, as the last journal entry didn't seem to be all that recent.
As much as I would like to tell you the address, I won't, since I left a message in the Guest Book that would almost immediately identify me and spoil the anonymity I wish to preserve. I will say this much, though; the things I read there caused me to examine myself, and question my motivations and actions. If reading that clues you to my identity, so be it.
So, after puzzling about why my attention was so captured, I decided I would give this a try, too. I doubt that the previously mentioned journaler could have anticipated having an effect on someone like me, so I in turn hope to impact someone whom I cannot imagine influencing.
In future entries, I will probably talk more about my internal musings, my philosophies and beliefs, and the hopes, doubts, and struggles I face in life. For now, let this entry be sufficient as it stands. I'll be back soon.