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Let’s kick off a whole new year by featuring one of my favorite authors…you! Your comments over the past year’s Book of the Month discussions have been truly wonderful. So, what better choice for our January giveaway than Nom de Bloom Notebook Set?
There’s something about the idiosyncrasies of handwriting and notebooks that blogging, whether public or private, doesn’t have. It’s your illegible handwriting, your smudges on the pages, your misspellings and grammar mistakes that are overlooked in the heat of filling page after page.
If you’re like me, you spent your teen and college years fervently penning your thoughts into a notebook, stretched out on your bedspread, listening to your favorite CDs. This daily ritual always left me with the fulfilling sense that I understood more about myself than the day before. And while locked diaries and paper logs are often associated with teenage girls, I miss those days. I’m almost thirty, and there’s no reason that I should stop self-reflecting with a notebook and pen. Whatever your age, I hope that you feel the same.
I think that the staying power of a tangible journal or diary is like, of all things, the strength of a cockroach. They say those nasty thangs will be around long after we’re gone. Just think, you can’t really put a Tumblr or Pinterest in a time capsule with the certainty that future generations will be able to access it. Your handwritten journal has mass and volume to it, just like the Rosetta Stone, and just like cockroaches.
Okay, forget about bugs now. The Nom de Bloom Notebook set, designed and printed by Rifle Paper Co., is too pretty to pass up. What I love about the set is that it comes as three separate, soft cover, thread-bound notebooks. You can keep all three, one representing different chapters or facets of your life, or you can keep one and give two away to two friends. Just like what you put in the notebook, it’s up to you!
So, what will you write in your journals? If you’re feeling at a loss for words, perhaps your fellow blog readers’ responses to past Book of the Month discussion questions will stir up some thoughts worth capturing.
March’s The Dressmaker of Khair Khana post asked, “Is personal style a necessity, regardless of the circumstances?” Lavenderlola wrote:
“I think personal style is a beautiful, exuberant and essential part of our existence and it is an expression of the most necessary thing in any circumstance, our individuality of spirit.”
May’s American Pacifica post asked, “If you lived in what you’d consider a dystopia, what would you do to make it better?” Kelly wrote:
“If I lived in my dystopia, I would do what I can to pay attention to others’ needs and help them realize that love is more important than physical niceties. I would orchestrate a community of love.”
July’s The Girl in the Garden post asked, “Have you ever been spirited away by a faraway place? Describe it.” Eliza wrote:
“Oddly enough the place that ‘spirits me away’ is not that far away from where I live. It’s a beautiful river park with hidden trails and waterfalls…”
Lastly, October’s The Meowmorphosis asked, “If, without warning or reason, you were to transform into any other creature, what would you hope it would be?” Marleni wrote:
“A unicorn. Definitely.”
Now, here’s our January question:
One of your journals will be put into a time capsule. What will you make sure it conveys to future generations?
I would try to convey a level of the day to day normalcy–I think every generation gets incredibly caught up in the worries and panics of the now that it’s easy to forget that that 99% of the things going on are just normal life stuff. The economy, politics, fashion–all of the ups and downs are temporary. I think leaving a record of what normal, day to day activities are, and the thoughts recorded in these times would be really great to find. I know I’d love to find a time capsule full of journals from the 1920s or the 1940s.
I’d sign all the pages with kisses in my favorite lipsticks. It’s been around for forever, and it will be around for forever, so who can’t relate to lipstick?
Well, I’m a huge journaler with many journals filled with stories, drawings, and designs, since my high school years! However, if I had to choose one of them to go into a time capsule, it would be the one that I am currently working on (just about to finish up!) Not only is it hard-bound leather that has 4 inches thick worth of blank pages to the point it has to be kept shut by a ribbon wrapped around it (!) , inside the creamy pages is a revelation that I hold dearest to my creative heart.
For what seems like ever, I have always craved the golden years of art (literary, painted, etc): the 1920s. With folks like F. Scott Fitzgerald running about, it’s hard NOT to want to live in a time of feathery frocks, parties every night, and great art! Apparently… I wasn’t the only one who had this desire. A certain world renowned director actually made a film on the subject, one called: Midnight in Paris.
As I was watching the film, ooooooh!, all I could do from wishing to be there… experiencing the fantastic Parian glow of the 1920’s… was to grasp my journal and pen to write about it. (My journal has a little brass pendent on the front… it looks old!) However, I’m glad I didn’t write anything, just watched the film, captivated by it’s sheer wonder on how it could read my heart so exactly!
Even so… the film taught me a great lesson that I will never forget, a lesson that is evident throughout my journal especially after watching this Woody Allen marvel! Although I desire the times of what to me is the golden age, those creatives were dreaming of a golden time before them, and those before them desire earlier times… a circle of wishing to live among the greats in the past! But think about it! If Fitzgerald didn’t create during his time, then I wouldn’t be inspired NOW to create my stories and my films…
WHOW, it shook me to the roots!
We are exactly in the time and place we are meant to be… to create for our time and hopefully, if we are very very lucky, inspire someone from a future time. But that’s if we are very, very lucky, so put that thought aside and focus on the first one: we are exactly in the time and place we are meant to be… to create for out time.
If one journal were to be sealed away in a time capsule for many a decade, to convey an idea to future generations… well then, that would be the journal.
I’d love to fill it with stories and tidbits of all genres: sadness, love, excitement, risk, hilarity…etc. I’d tell my own, my friends’, my family’s stories… It’d be like a treasure trove of secrets. And I’d make sure that in the very least, in the beginning and the end, it had a sense of overwhelming hope for the moment. Now! Live now, now is amazing! You are amazing.
That we’re trying to make the world a better place, so they should too 🙂
Since the popular music of a time period is usually the music that is remembered (and the “popular” music today is definitely not very good), my journal would be a record of the not-quite-as-popular, but infinitely more real music that I encounter.
I’d include the cool things that we have right now, so that the future generations who may unearth it can understand our generation a little better than just stories and pictures, but through our little electronic gadgets, “in style” clothing, influential books etc. Hopefully they will be inspired by the fact that things will always evolve into something better, and work that into their lives!
I would write about things that matter to me. My mood, my favorite person of the day, my best friend, the guy I can’t seem to stop thinking about, my very strange and cat-like dog, my love of speaking Spanish, my desire to dance, my unsatisfying hunger for white chedder popcorn, and my complete hatred of the smell of oranges. The only thing a journal should contain is the stuff that matters to the person who writes it. It is only written for that person, after all.
My future generation, my son. I love to show him creativity and imagination. How to accomplish something so beautifully through a set of glorious notebooks.
I would document my life, my sons life, my husbands, all of our experiences, triumphs, surprises, delights, and feelings. All of my scrapbooks, photo albums, journals depict an important journey. Memorable times at different places of time.
I love to go back through something so personal with my son and enjoy what has been written on the pages about “us”. Something you can’t find in a television show or movie. Something only you can share by putting that fabulous pen to paper.
I’d want the journal to convey a realness and honesty so that in reading a journal from the past, someone in the future could understand me as an actual, knowable person, rather than words on a page, or an abstract name. I love to read the published diaries of historical figures (and also ‘unknowns’) because it humanizes them in a way nothing else could. You could watch hours of video or interview footage of someone, but read a few pages of a diary and you understand them so much more deeply. That’s why journal writing sometimes stresses me out– I reread things I’ve written and think “Hmm… that doesn’t quite sound like me, though!” So for me, writing in a journal is really an exercise in complete honesty… laying yourself bare and making yourself vulnerable– but in the end, you’re just revealing yourself to YOU. It’s kind of cool. But if I were to put a journal in a time capsule, yes, I would want to convey truths so that in reading we form an actual connection.
Poetry. Not just classic but Generation poetry about everything, because everything and everyone is important. even 50 years from now people may not know how it felt on 9/11 being an 11 year old not understanding why your momma is crying at the TV or who was the homeless man who would walk around a suburban block every night for 10 years at 2 am just to feel like he really belongs somewhere. Because it will never be 11:59 new years eve of the year 1999 waiting for the millennium holding you lovers hand in a dark bar and you’ve spent all your money but you still had hope and in one minute there would be magic and it would all be different. time is fleeting and moments are precious we can’t tell the future children or adults not to waste them but how they might be able to see the moments as if they were like a kite about to take off and they grab hold of that moment and run, and run till its high in the air and can barely see it anymore. their cheeks smudged with sun and a smile broad like the skyline; they will know I was there, that was me in the sunlight and I lived and that’s all I ever wanted from life.
I think I would try to write a poem every day until the journal filled up, about just daily normal life things. That way whoever opened the capsule would get a picture of what life was like in the here and now, but delivered in a poetic, beautiful (ideally!) format. Who knows, maybe my writing will even become a fad in the future – future hipsters quoting Poems from the Past. Haha.
I think we need to let our future generations know what we are fighting for at the moment, the dreams of everyday people and political difficulties that we are facing. In the year 2072 when someone reads a journal about the internet censorship protests, gay rights, the 1%, they will have a taste of everyday life in this time, hopefully they will be so far beyond these issues that is will transform them, to be more appreciative of what they have and courage to pursue new issues in the world. Suffragettes made their breakthrough only 80 years ago, WWII began 60 years ago, and segregation was only abolished 40 years ago. People are still walking around with these memories fresh in their mind. We have made impeccable strides in our government in a few decades. What amazing things will we conquer in the next years that will seem like worlds away in the future?
I would probably convey today’s generation by filling the notebook with sketches. I’m not a fantastic artist but I think everyone now a days has learned to express themselves in a myriad of ways. That’s what I love about my generation, we no longer conform to the cookie cutter version of life. I think creativity is what fuels our thoughts and the technological advances to this date.
I actually write in journals every day. I have quite the collection. I write about my life, gift ideas for my sweetheart, inspiration for new illustration projects, lines of poetry that may make great songs, etc, etc.
I’d like to convey to future generations that everyone has a unique voice and vision, and to not be afraid to share it with the world. So if they want to write, paint, dance, sew, create algorithms, build buildings, learn different language, make up their own language – then they should trust the heart and do it 🙂
i’d fill my journal with my love story and the love stories of my loved ones, past and present. i really believe that love transcends time and space… i think that would be the most important message i would want to convey.
I’d like to convey the ups and downs of everyday life; what it’s like to deal with school, what goes on at work, what I saw while walking or driving. I’d include favorite recipes, glue in ticket stubs and computer printouts and magazine ads I like. I’d sketch outfits I enjoyed wearing or seeing and doodle in the margins. I’d use ink of EVERY color. I’d talk about things society has taught us it’s not polite to talk about. Sex. Religion. Politics. I would be honest and uncensored – even if it wasn’t very flattering – because that’s what a journal is all about; a safe place to store your thoughts.
I would make sure it conveys the importance of individuality and independency. I feel like nowadays people are too dependent on their significant others to make them happy when in fact there’s nothing more unnecessary than a human being to make you feel any type of mood. You are your own person and you have the ability to change your mood in any way you please.
The future generations should have knowledge of self-expression. Unfortunately, society restricts our ability to truly self express, and it seems as though the problem worsens over time. Yet if I kept a journal full of my thoughts on anything- anything- then hopefully those who find the journal would react and be inspired to self express on their own, be it through art, music, writing, or anything else. This would also convey the lifestyle we live- work, school, politics, culture- in an intimate and detailed manner. 🙂
I would write about my hopes and thoughts for the future so the future generations can giggle at how nothing I wrote about has come true. 🙂
I would write that there is nothing more precious than the present. The past may reveal truths about ourselves pretty and ugly alike, the future may be deliciously intangible and fun to dream of, but the most important thing is what’s happening NOW. Make the most of everyday, be the best person you can be and make some memories to share later.
I would want it to be a journal that would tell a story to them. An inspirational story. That something good can come out of even the worst situations, because the darkest time is just before the dawn. I would hope that they also discern my love and reverence for all religions and cultures, because religious and cultural tolerance is one of the most important qualities a person can have.
I would use it as a travel journal. I love writing down my experiences in new places. It’s also great for busy trips because it helps me remember names of places, where I went on which days, and I always imagine when i’m older I’ll reread my old journals (especially travel journals) with a sense of nostalgia, and relive the happy memories.
My aunt gifted this set to my sister and I. I filled the red one with clippings, tickets, and journal entries from a recent cruise down the Danube river- visiting Austria, Hungary and Germany! I would recommend that river cruise to anyone.
I don’t really need a new set.. (well, EVERYONE needs this set, but someone else will need it more than I,)… but the message I would want to convey to the future generations is this; time is fleeting and styles leave, but if you stay true to who you are, speak what you mean, do what you feel is right, dress in what you love… you will never go wrong.
What I’ve read and loved over the past few years. Maybe then, someone would get a bit of insight into what someone loved and enjoyed, and could love and enjoy the same things I did 🙂
I would fill it with a written beauty to match that of it’s shell.
I have always been a huge romantic. Ever since I was a child I dreamed of finding a Victorian steamer trunk filled with journals, clothing, and day to day items from long ago. Of course, as an eight year old it never occurred to me that my house was not nearly old enough to hide an amazing treasure like that! Today I keep a journal that I hope one day will bring delight to an imaginative child like myself. The messages I hope it conveys are to be who you are, and love that person dearly, not to worry about the passing trends and troubles of the world too much, and to just LIVE!! Nothing exciting or wonderful will ever happen if you stay inside, too afraid or content to journey outside the little world you are familiar with. Beyond that, I hope that my journals will inspire a fascination in history and learning, which very much lives in me as well. They are something I will perhaps, some day, fill a suitcase with, and hide in a dark, forgotten corner of my own home.
I would write about music, how it has changed over t he years from mixtapes,cds, ipods, so on. I’d also write about knitting, crafts things I truly love. I’d also tape down different flowers an d write about them, little trinkets here and there taped down in as well. there are so many things i would fill it with.
I would try to share that even though life gets hard, and that people (including important people like politicians and idols) make mistakes, we can all get through it. Showing this with different poems, music and art/drawings/pictures that I would collect throughout my life traveling the world!
I would make sure to convey how crucial it is to live life recognizing the beauty around oneself. So much happiness is left to waste just because the focus isn’t in the right place. There is so much to live for and that gets lost so easily.
I absolutely love journals! I would probably use mine for writing down shorts passages, sentences and words that I randomly think of for ideas in my story writing. Sometimes I would be sitting outside or listening to the rain and I think of some sentence or idea that I do not want to lose, so I put it down in a book. It is so handy for when I want inspiration when I am writing a story!
Mine would have stories, recipes, style ideas, craft design ideas history and current events. I would talk about the importance of having a Plan B and so on. Even when you don’t reach your goal keep bettering yourself in some way.
Leave the footprints of their past, that where they are today is a result of where we were yesterday. That they are given this same opportunity, and will one day leave it forward for those to come…Think long and hard, study and learn, and hold to truth and right; anything else, anything less, will be as a stumbling block to those who follow. Plow the path you would want others to tread, for they most assuredly will.
I would write down what I love about the world we live in and what I do everyday. I would let my family and friends write down what they love in this world and what they do everyday. That way, maybe people could feel a ‘connection’ with us.
I would write some recipes I want to remember or things that happened to me that had a huge impact on me or just some small things I want to remember.
Also I would be writing about my daily life, not that it’s interesting, but just so that someone can maybe get inspired by that or so.
I would like to convey that no matter the time period, life is still life and ultimately the feelings they are feeling and the things they are going through are the same feelings we felt and the same things they are going through. A sense of timelessness. A sense that no matter who is reading this, however far into the future, that we are all really the same.
I would want to show this with words, drawings, colors, lyrics, poetry and yes, even those corny fortune cookie slips we’ve all gotten. I hope the future has corny fortune cookies! Sometimes they are actually true. Here’s the latest one I received and it’s worth at least a whole page; Doing what you like is freedom, Liking what you do is happiness.
Writing makes me happy.
For a time capsule journal, I would want to combine ideas that I found important. It seems impersonal, but I would want to write down important or poignant quotes from books and lines from music. It only seems impersonal; most, if not all, of my great personal epiphanies have come from a moment while I was reading when I realized the author had conveyed in words an idea I had perceived, but not understood. I would want to talk about people I know, and specifically how they approach life, how their religion or philosophy affects what they think and feel. Paraphrases of conversations about life. The pursuit of truth of one Atheist Zen Buddhist. The importance of friendship and history to one Muslim girl. The antimony of justice and forgiveness in the life of one Christian girl. The Jainist “just trying to keep up with life” and running faster than anyone. I guess I would try to strike a balance between personal and historical: my friends and experiences mixed with religion, literature, philosophy, and music.
I would fill my journal with details about everyday life. I’ve kept journals all my life, and in going back to read them, I find myself wishing that I had spent more time talking about the life I lived on a day to day basisâ€”instead of getting preoccupied with the huge emotional dramas (some of the pages are truly cringeworthy) of the early teenage years. I want to know things like, what I ate, what I saw, interesting and ordinary things alike.
I’d be sure to let them know that it’s never to late to be saved and I’d have some descriptions of the day’s clothes so my grandkids can laugh
There is something so delightfully charming and soothing about a handwritten journal. The soft, creamy pages, sometimes lined, other times not, the weight of a pen in your hand as your story and words flow upon the blank, waiting sheets. A journal never judges, and it’s always there to lend a proverbial ear. Past journals of mine are filled with memories, laughter, tear stains, smudges, scratched out parts, doodles, poor grammar and even worse spelling and yet all of it is Me, my journey, my story, my self, good, bad, wonderful and weird. These journals would be no different, save that they would be telling my current story and someday, when I’m old and gray (and yet, still fabulously stylish) they would be a reminder of who I was, who I am and just how I got to where I was always meant to be.
I’d try to convey the contradictions of contemporary life. The immense beauty and ugliness that live side by side, a natural symptom of an industrial, technological world in conflict with the natural one. The strange majesty of flower growing in a crack in the sidewalk, mixed with human ingenuinity so powerful that they can create buildings and architecture out of concrete with the same clever curves as any tree. The emotional landscape of feeling alone in a city of five million, but totally content in an empty hall where you can hear the echo of your heels. Perhaps an ugly sound, but there is something so rhythmic about it, that you can’t help loving it.
I’ve been keeping a journal daily for the last 10 years.
I think I’d stick to my formula. Write about my life how it is, the good and the bad, so people in the future can get a real snapsnot of the mundane and the magnificent.
Plus I’d continue listing all my favourite new fashion finds, and the ones I wish I could afford!
In a time capsule journal I would make sure to convey the importance of human interaction. With the rapid advancement of technology over the last decade, I have seen the way people interact with one another change dramatically. With the increasing popularity of texting and social networking, I fear that the kids of today are losing touch with how to deal with people one on one. People in general have replaced phone calls with texts and emails – they are missing the value of a verbal conversation, of bearing witness to human expressions, and of hearing the inflection in a persons voice. If things continue in this way, will the future generations even know how to form real and intimate relations??
I would hope to encourage people not to let technology take over the most basic and important form of our existence – human interaction.
If I were to put a journal in a time capsule, knowing a later generation would discover it, I would want to pass along my belief in how magical the Earth is. When people hear the word magic, they might think of a grand illusionist or some sort of make-believe sorcery, but my definition of magic is a little bit different. To me, magic is the energy that our environment thrives on. Science is magic – learning how the elements come together to form the world as we know it – and every thing from the tiniest plant to the largest animal is significant. Our Earth is always changing; species come and go, volcanoes and earthquakes and other natural events reshape our planet, and we are just lucky enough to be born during this phase of our Earth’s life. It truly is magical.
The best thing for the future to know is that the past always repeats itself.
Many people seem to think that the future is going to keep getting worse. But I believe, based on the improvements in human nature I’ve seen in history, that the future, at least in terms of human relations, is going to get better. So in my time capsule, I would try to convey the way things are, the good and the bad aspects of life right now, so people reading it in the future would be able to see how things have changed, hopefully for the better. And hopefully it would help people to keep the past from repeating itself in bad ways and to know that problems do often fix themselves, or that people are capable of fixing them, because they have before. And I would include my advice to the future: that hope, courage, and spirit are some of the most valuable things one can have, and that one should seek and not waste them.
I would really try to convey the individuality of each and every person- in terms of fashion, goals, and personality. I feel to a certain degree, past eras have preached uniformity- my mother tells tales of taking up and lengthening the hem on a certain skirt over and over again to correspond with the popular hem length of the time. I love how you can stop and see someone wearing torn jeans and a camoflage jacket talking to someone wearing a floral A-lined dress. I love how you see women as plumbers and men as hairstylists- each doing what they love, unafraid to break the status quo. I truly think that’s what makes our time stand out- our universal appreciation of what’s different from us.
I would fill the pages with drawings and leave this note on the inside front cover: “Dear reader, within this notebook you will find something less than art. These are the drawings of my adolescence, you see, and they are standing proof that you should always, always do what you love and nothing else. Notice that none of these drawings are any good; see that there is no passion behind the penciled lines. This is because I am a writer, not an artist. My soul is filled with words, not colors. If I had followed my heart, if I had done what I am passionate about, then this notebook would be filled with words, too. I didn’t know. I let myself be ruled by what I thought was expected of me.
Love yourself. Love what you do. Do what you love.”
I would write words of encouragement. I think everyone deserves to know that they do matter in this world.
I would try to convey that life today is beautiful and inspiring and diverse. I would want future generations to know that if any of our actions as a soceity seem mean or strange, it’s just because we haven’t quite all learned how to understand eachother yet, but that I believe that by the time they read this, I hope that we’ve become less misguided and more understanding. I would convey that our generation is one of creativity and self-expression and I hope that they enjoy the art we’ve left behind as it was our pleasure to create it for future generations to enjoy.
If my journal were to be put into a time capsule, I would make sure that it conveyed the thoughts of a girl from this time. I think that if a girl read the journal in say, 50 years, she would be interested in seeing if girls from this time thought like her. That’s one of my favorite pastimes, reading journals (published, of course) of girls from days gone by. Also, I would try to convey fashions from this decade in sketches. I think it would be fun for girls to see what their “olden-day” counterparts were wearing.
I would want to leave a sense of romance and life. I tend to be cynical sometimes myself but when I read passages in notebooks and old letters in my family I am reminded of how they tried to live their lives to the fullest even in the ordinary day to day things. I would especially want young readers to have a little something that reminds them to believe in love and it’s existance. Something that motivates them to acts of love and pursuit of their dreams. You never know what a few penned words can do, even if you do not think they are much.
I am a habitual list maker. I make lists about EVERYTHING. I think my notebooks are a good reflection on what regular folks had to do on a daily basis, how menial parts of our daily lives are, and also how extravagant.
I would want to convey simplicity to future generations. I feel that in the future that things will become increasingly more complex and busy. I would like to show the people of the future to just stop and enjoy everything around them.
Every page would be its own collage–my words, words of others, replays of dreams on the page, pictures from National Geographic, bits of keepsakes sewn in with colorful thread! I love to use notebooks for craft projects to keep my mind creating, my hands moving, and heart expressing! The more I travel and see, the more there is to fill the notebooks with! <3
There was a time not so long ago when everyone thought that the future would become more and more technology based, and that eventually humans would forget or lose basic skills like hand writing, gardening, wool-spinning, and food preservation. I think this theory is being proved wrong now with the whole DIY-movement of our generation. Similar situations have happened in the past, (“What’s this tractor thing? We have horses and a plough, don’t we?”) and I’m sure it will happen again in the future.
In my journal I would document things like this and try to convey that while new technological improvements are sometimes a huge time-saver and very useful, it is always a good idea to learn how to use your hands to do the same tasks. ‘Old-world’ skills can very often be useful – not to mention that it’s very rewarding and satisfying to transform raw materials into something useful, delicious, or beautiful.
I’d journal in the regular way…the ups and downs, twists and turns of a 24-year-old’s life.
While it may not be thrilling (at all times), I have to agree with this quote from Anne of Avonlea:
â€œI believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.â€
I’d try to convey the sense of transformation over that period of time that it took me to fill up the journal. God stretching and shaping me into the person that He wants me to be.
I would write what is going on in the world today, both good and bad and how it effects me and my generation. I would record inspirational moments and quotes, and what I do everyday that brings me closer to my dreams. That way when ive reached them, I can look back and remember my journey.
If I was truly dedicated, a single petal of a different flower from every type in my garden would be pressed in between each page. Preferably pansies, rose buds, lavender and tulip petals. I would open up the faded journal, and as the spine cracks with ages, little petals fall into my lap and a hint of dust and fragrance fills the air. Oh, the smell of nostalgia!
P.S: These journals are lovely 🙂
I would talk about the little details, and try to include how I felt, what I saw, what I ate, describe what I wore, took pictures of and read. I would include photographs of the events I was journaling about and I would even throw in some of my sketchs. I would also stick important letters and documents in there. Basically I would want my journal to be ME. I would want it to show who I was so the readers could feel like they really know me.
I would probably tell future generations to ignore the statuses on Facebook. They’re kind of embarrassing and I don’t want the future to look at our statuses on Facebook and think that we’re all self-centered idiots. Cause we’re not.
“Made a sandwich, I’m so awesome.”
“Ready to Par-tay!”
“It’s (insert weather condition) today.”
Why would we want this to be the dialogue of the 21st century?
I’d try to convey to future generations that perseverance is the key to success, being kind is the key to a good heart and loving yourself is key to loving others.
I would just write about my daily life, and how, even in a world constantly fast-paces and full of the burdens of technology and instant gratification, happiness really is all about the little things.
In my time capsule I would convey the past, present, and all the hope for the future. It would include some quotes, books, and films I adore. I would write how it felt when events that changed the world took place, such as 9/11. I’d have a seperate section on love. I would write about my family’s stories, as well as my story of love and the man in my life. I would have a catalog of things I’ve come to believe to be true, mantras you could say.
“Always slow down and take time for the important things in life: God, family, friends, and loved ones.”
I’ve recently fell in love with a show that takes place in the British1900’s that was based on the journal of its main character. What I love about this show is that it’s simple. It’s funny. It makes me think of a time that doesn’t exist, a time that I wish I lived in. But the show isn’t glamorous; it’s not about a person of high society. It’s about a small town and an average girl.
That’s the kind of journal I would love to keep. This girl, she wrote down everything. If I could put a journal into a time capsule, I would do what she did; I would try to convey everything – my family and friends, our struggles, our humor, our fights. I would try to record everything as it was said, and try to show that my life – that I think is so boring – was something worth remembering, merely for its normalcy. I would want to contribute something that makes the people of the future think, “They were just like us.”
I would write about my daughter’s first year of life and about all of the special things involved with the blessing of being her mother.
I would love to fill my journals with overheard conversations and related sketches – they reveal the real nature of our society in our generation and could serve as the best window to our time. Wouldn’t you just love to read a chat between two ladies in the 1880’s for example?
Love. I’m sure I’m not as old as I think I am; but the years I’ve had, have shown me that love is the most important and relevant thing in my life. If I had one thing to teach to future generations, it would be to learn love – love yourself, love others; allow yourself to receive it and don’t let life stop you from giving it. – Peace 🙂
I’d like to leave future generations a reminder that technology can only convey information through the words it writes, not feeling.
Writing is a beautiful art, but it is quickly becoming obselete. We are coming to rely so heavily upon electronics to record our thoughts and ideas that it’s only a matter of time before the art of writing disappears. I’d like to remind the people of the future that before cold, impersonal computer messages there were handwritten letters and personal notes. Those are the things I would keep between the pages of my journal in the hopes that they would prove a reminder that the work of man and the feelings he puts in the words he writes are much more beautiful than electronic words could ever be.
I would like it to reflect our era – in fashion, music, and the uneventful yet complicated details of everyday life. The extraordinary uneventfulness of a life, if you will. I would try to make it as NOW as possible, because when future generations view such a journal, they will notice how dated it is, but also that art and love are always present, and inspiration is eternal, it is always around us, no matter what decade of existence we inhabit.
What would I want conveyed to future generations?
That leggings are not pants.
Yes, I like the idea of future generations admiring the way we crusaded for political rights and freedom for all, but if I were looking at journals of past decades, I would want someone to apologise for hypercolour t-shirts and flares. Maybe someone pointing out that not everyone wore bright blue eyeshaddow or thought it was cool to crimp their hair on a daily basis way back when.
I believe that future generations should hear of the 11th Commandment mandated by those of us in the 21st Century ‘Thou shall not wear thy leggings as pants’.
I would like it to convey hope–that even though you may have the one of the least understood disorders in the world or multiple disorders, there is still hope. Hope that there are happy days in the midst of all those painful days where you can hardly move without wanting to cry in pain. Hope, that there will be days that you will laugh and forget that you’re in pain everyday of your life. Hope, that you will beat the odds and learn to walk, to talk, talk back at your parents, be a teenager and have raccoon eyes that oh-so-fashionable in the late 90s/early 2000s, and go to college. Hope, that you will have bad days that don’t revolve around physical pain, but emotional pain, something the doctors said you’d never have. Hope. That’s what I hope all of my journals emit. Among all the other emotions like hatred, silliness, sadness, grief, I hope the most prominent emotion there is “hope,” because that was the emotion my mom gave to me when she went against every American doctors’ future for me–being a living doll in a wheelchair–when I was eight months old. Hope CAN beat the odds, because I am a product of hope.
I would not fill it with my greatest accomplishments, the biggest news stories, or my happiest moments. Instead I would fill it with my mistakes. They say you learn from mistakes, so hopefully it could be found by someone that could learn from mine. I would want the future to learn from me that life is short, that in the grand scheme of things you can’t please everybody so you should please yourself, but most importantly, that love wins.
I’d try to convey my nostalgia and longing for times gone by, contrasted with my love of modern technology! I think that’s a pretty common theme amongst creative types currently.
Thts one thing I forgot, to always charish the past….
If I were leaving behind a time capsule journal, I would fill it with all of the inspirational stories I knew. The ones that can make you cry or fill your whole being with a feeling you can’t quite describe, but that makes you want, to need to get up and do the things you most desire. If the future reader lived in a world better than it is now, then these stories would give a little glimpse of how humankind had gotten to where they are. If the reader lived in a world worse than ours, than I hope these stories would remind them of the goodness in humans and give them hope to make the world as good as it could be. And if the world was the same as ours today, well, who doesn’t need a little inspiration?
I would write about love… I’d tell them to always LOVE…… Never stop loving people around you. If you dont accomplish anything else in life, you will have accomplished the world Because YOU showed LOVE towards everyone….
I’d also tell the future to be smart, don’t have worries. God will take care of everything in His own good way. Lastly I’d write about how Everything Happens for A Reason. Because it’s true, and you might not see it now, but you will.
I would tell them about a distant time when I actually saw my friends face to face, not hiding behind a screen. I would tell about the games of hide and seek, spin the bottle, cards… that went on and on in the warn summer nights. About the ice skating and the taste of snow, about making mine own dolls and playing kitchen while cooking with grass. The anticipation of waiting your favorite song on the radio because there wasn’t YouTube.
And the power that a cup of tea or coffee, a piece of cake or an apple has in the way of brining two people together as friends.
I would want someone to read that journal and know that there’s hope. No matter what the future brings, tomorrow will come, and we can’t ever take our eyes off of the pursuit of happiness, can we? What happens then? Perhaps it isn’t often that a journal has a persuasive theme, and that isn’t REALLY what I’m going for… though it would be a nice touch here and there.
If a future generation read my journals, I wouldn’t want them to learn about all of the little and not-so-little hardships I’ve had in my life, I’d want them to learn about how I survived them all and became the wiser person I am today. More than that, I want them to learn that they’ll survive, and become beautiful people throughout all their lives, no matter what the little and not-so-little things are getting in the way.
I usually vent in my journals. I find it best to get it out of my head sometimes. Even if that means just ranting and making no sense for a few lines I feel better afterwards.
I would write about love. I mean, what else could be more nostalgic, and euphoric than sitting under a shade, reading your old journals, and laughing at your own words as you describe love from years ago? However, it would not be just a mere love journal. I would dedicate it to my future husband, and give it for him to read. I would want him to know what makes me happy, what little things that touch my heart, and what moments make me cry. Everything. It’s like confiding yourself to your own husband, albeit indirectly. I think it’s sweet.
I would write about my thoughts on all areas, cooking, popular trends, politics, etc. After all, I think the best kinds of time capsules are ones that show “every day life”- esp. from the point of view of one person. I guess that this preference is evidenced in my love for memoirs.
I’d like future generations just to understand how someone from now thinks and feels. This generation is definitely a big evolution from the past, so I’d want to tell them about everything. Current fashion trends, social problems, economic problems, celebrations, etc. What I will write in these journals probably won’t be anything more than your average teenage girl’s diary =). I would spread each page with descriptions of my day, rants, memories, boys, boys, and boys! Alongside with my opinion of how life is now, I would just like to show future generations who I am as a person.
I would want to inspire the future through my life experiences and mistakes and hope to show them the importance of following your dreams, not someone else’s dreams for you, as well as the value of love for one’s self and others. I do not necessarily want them to not experience any mistakes, but to know that there is always a way out from the seemingly darkest moments.
In leaving a message to future generations, I wouldn’t shy away from portraying the problems facing our world today. I think it would be important for readers many years from now to realize how far they’ve come and the various ways each successive generation changes life for the better. But even when writing about injustice and suffering, I would hope to fill the journal with an indomitable optimism – an expression of faith in humanity, no matter the era.
I would love to remind the future that every generation will endure its share of struggles, but our greatest gift is the capacity for love, compassion, and beauty.
My father often likes to tell me stories about my great-grandmother, whom he named me after. She lived to see incredible changes, from horse drawn carriages to cars, through both world wars and then saw the advent of computers and the moon landing. I have often thought about compiling a family history from his data as the family genealogist, but I’ve never gotten around to it (isn’t it always the case?). In writing to future generations, I want to tell the stories of our family, from my ancestors to my aunts and uncles. In the everyday hustle and bustle I think we lose appreciation for just how incredible the human experience is and has always been. Storytelling is an intrinsic part of who we are, so yes… I would want to leave stories.
I’d want it to be as ordinary and mainstream as possible. A Day in the Life. Without embellishment or overstatement. And about insecurities, because I think that these will connect our days to the future.
I’d like to convey to future generations thoughts that are purely mine, thoughts that have been inspired by others, and thoughts that inspire me. Thoughts of the people of my time. My hope would be that the journal would give someone, anyone the opportunity and the idea to record their own thoughts, while immersing themselves in my own writings. The only thing I don’t want to convey to future generations is who I am. They don’t need to know me, they need to know who I want them to remember. “A lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about”.
I want to convey that although so many of us communicate over wireless networks, carry mini-computers in our pockets, and have walls that don’t exist in any concrete way, we still have meaningful interactions with the world and with those around us, that some of us don’t own televisions, use film cameras, and enjoy playing outside more than we do texting or tweeting. I want future generations to know that it is possible to have a relationship with the real physical world amidst the existence of such vast technology, and to strike a balance between the two.
I would give them an insider’s view of today’s fashion, because things are sure to change.
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