Dear Diary,
This just seems silly. Here I am, a grown man, and I'm writing in a diary like some young, love-struck lass! I'm not even sure to whom I'm writing. It can't be to myself. I already know my own thoughts. Perhaps writing them down will allow me to revisit them some time in my future. Is that why people keep such records? To dwell on past musings?
Or is this for friends and companions, with the hope that they'll some day sneak a look into my private journal for a glimpse into my mysterious inner-mind? Will they ask to read it, or will I try to suggest they waste their time on it? That doesn't seem necessary; as I've said before, I don't have many secrets, just things I'm discreet about.
Perhaps... oh, this is an interesting thought! Perhaps I write with the hope that some day, some ages in the future, some scholar or treasure hunter will discover what I've written and gain some insight—or more likely—amusement, from it. Hmm, a treasure hunter will likely just discard my simple, leather-bound tome, as it in itself won't hold much value. Unless, of course, it seems to contain clues to the whereabouts of some horde of priceless loot! Yes, I should embellish my writings to support the ruse that all of this is actually useful! ...Nah, that sounds like too much work.
More than likely, this little book will merely be found on my remains in some far-flung field of battle, surrounded by the bodies of my enemies. In that case, it likely won't be found at all, but will rot into nothingness along with the rest of me. What I write will never be known, and I myself will fall into the forgotten past.
Now...that is a depressing thought! Let's just assume that some bored scholar actually finds these thoughts and peruses them to find out what people were like in the ancient days in which its writer—that's me!—lived. If you, dear reader, are that scholar, stop now! I am anything but just like other people in my time. Becoming just like others has never been my goal, from childhood down to today. But if you're merely reading for amusement, then feel free to keep on. Perhaps I won't disappoint.
You're right, this writ really was written about writing. Hopefully next time I'll have something more interesting to include, such as perhaps what has motivated me to begin this likely futile endeavor.
