In the past year, I have written the fewest words that I have in a decade. Some might say, I’ve finally learned to shut my mouth and listen to what others have to say. I certainly have spent more blog space in recent years leaning on other’s works in the form of linking other websites and news articles that I find of interest.

I kind of gotten to dislike writing my own thoughts down. I often don’t like looking back at my words in my time of innocence, expressing the world as I see it on a particular point in my life. I know I am evolving, and I will make mistakes, and sometimes put the wrong combination of words, or say things that prove to be stupid in later years.

But not writing down my most personal of thoughts – and those meant for public consumption – I am missing something that would forever be preserved in one form or another. Not writing essays and diary entries lately has had me losing my skill to write, and see what interesting combinations of words I can put together to form sentences.

I got to do more writing. It’s fine to share my photos, maps, and the works of other. But I am losing something by not creating my own content through the keys of my laptop. After all, these are supposed to be my adventures in maps, photos, and stories.