Ever since the Human race has taken the responsibility of moving the Humanity , generation wise , every decade has seen loads of new things and transformations. Every era has always tried to learn and implement , newly generated ideas, but also at the same time, leaving questions for the future to come.

Looking back into my life, yes I have been born in the era of 90's. So actually I have seen the world change in the span of 30 years. And in these , I had so much experience in my life, which I literally have forgotten or cannot remember. These are the precious thoughts which I regret for missing now. 

One good thing that I have done in the high school , was to start the Diary Writing. And now when I see through the pages , I feel happy that the precious experiences can be relieved again.

The pages contain the Honesty in opinions, thoughts and fears. The detailed description of the situations and person , make me remind of the significance of the matter . The experiences and the kind of person I used to be.

I as a Human Being would always want to take a walk back the time and live the past, enjoy the moments and correct myself. But as time and tide waits for none, so the only way to achieve that , is by reading through the past. 

The Diary writing became a part of my life, can identify as “Hobby”.  During those early days, I had ample time to think and make something special, which I can pen down in the form of Poems. The most remembering part is , when I had quoted about my Hobby during one of my job interviews, which actually worked for me in impressing the person. 

I can shake off everything as I write , my sorrows disappear, my  courage is reborn – Anne Frank.

I always say , keep a Diary  and someday it'll keep you. – Mae West

As the journey of life still continues, I wish to keep the secrets intact and keep learning from the past.

To finish off, here's a poem, which inspires me 

Beyond The Horizon

The Beauty of imagination

Is beyond the scope of reality

And is the power of Human Mind

To forsee the live sensitivity

Like small petals of flowers

They come and go

Bringing the Light of Joy and Happiness

Through the ideal seeds, that Human's sow

With the bright features of gifted life,

They bring the deed of illusion

Taking the emotions of the sweet part of life

Through the spring of invention

The streaks of Human Race

Are thus taken to a risen

To the soul soil of the New World

Found Beyond the Horizon