“Hello, long time no see.” The notebook asked.

“God, your grammar is a mess. Aren’t you supposed to be better? Aren’t you the notebook? I mean think of how many great pieces of writing you’ve seen and still?” I questioned.

“First of all, I was unused until your work filled my pages. So, I wasn’t familiar with enhanced literature until I was introduced to it. Secondly, I get my grammar from your writing, so, if there’s any inaccuracies, it’s because I learnt them from you. And I don’t think any notebook had ever seen that many typos.” the notebook.

“Whoa! Okay now you’re starting to sound mean, and I’m pretty sure you didn’t get that from me.” I retorted.

“Okay, if we keep continuing this, we’re not going to get anywhere. I bet you have some things to say. What are you reading lately?”

“Well, nothing too serious. I guess the last thing I read was a few pages from a social psychology book. Probably reread a couple of fiction books, but hey I ordered a new book called The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir.” I told excitedly

“Great, I can’t wait for it to be added to the collection of books that’s catching dust,” the notebook said.

“Hey! I thought we stopped being mean? Gosh you sound like a magazine.” I told

“Alright the. Any new music I must be aware of that’s currently on repeat on your Spotify playlist 24/7?”

“Oh definitely. Olivia Rodrigo’s new album is a ten. The lyrics are so well written.” I said genuinely.

“Great! So, I know you have something to tell me. Are you ready to shift the weight from your overthinking brain onto these pages?” The notebook asked.

“Finally!”

As the days pass by, I think it’s hard to explain things. I’m starting to realize what people mean when they say, “go with the flow.” Sometimes, I feel like I’m floating through life. Some days I see beautiful islands. Some days people pass by, and we meet during our journey — even if we eventually take different paths. Some days feel like everything is water — no matter how far I look, there’s nothing else in sight.

Being able to understand things deeply and voice my thoughts feels good. But there’s also the habit of thinking through the same scenarios over and over again. Sometimes I feel guilty. Sometimes I feel annoyed when things don’t go my way. It’s still a work in progress. I know patience is important, but I’m also realizing that I should allow myself to feel what I want to feel without forcing optimism. Sometimes, even when I plan everything, there are hindrances I cannot control, that disrupt those plans. And then getting back into the routine after that feels draining. It’s just various waves of thoughts washing over the shore from time to time.

Change is constant and I feel that more than ever lately. I’m not the same person, I was a year ago. My views, my interests, my interactions — everything has changed. I keep learning new things, and I keep evolving. That’s why one of my biggest goals is simply to experience life and be present for every moment of it. I feel good, proud, productive, lazy, impatient, wise — all of it — I feel the most human. I want to understand emotions, behavior and why people do what they do/ I want to understand why I do what I do in a deeper way.

“So, did you understand anything I said? Does it make sense?” I asked

Well, to answer your question, yes, I understand what you’ve written. It can be quite confusing, when you take a moment to understand the things around you and the things inside you.” The notebook replied.

“Right? Because when you start questioning things, you end up with even more questions.” I agreed.

“Exactly, and sometimes you get answers and sometimes you don’t, which can feel frustrating. But you don’t need to know everything for life to be beautiful. Personally, I prefer our pages with the most mistakes over the perfect ones — the ones with question marks in it rather than full stops.” the notebook said

“Why is that?” I asked.

“It makes me wonder. It makes me expect something every time I turn a page and that’s thrilling.”

“And what if the pages end? What then?”

“I’ll still have the memories.” The notebook replied.