It is time to write my weekly journal again, yet my mind remains a complete blank. Perhaps my classmates feel the same, perhaps some are even resorting to copying, but I wonder, what should I write about?
I feel a profound lack of desire to write. Is it because middle school life is too mundane, or because I haven't observed the world closely enough? Writing book reviews feels repetitive, as if I've already covered every book on my shelf; writing essays feels tedious, and I fear my teachers might grow bored as well.
Should I just write another unoriginal argumentative essay? While such essays might score high in exams, I feel a sense of disdain for those flowery yet hollow words.
Someone once said, "To move others, you must first move yourself." However, this didn't seem to apply to me in middle school. The few essays I wrote that truly moved me received mediocre scores, while the conventional ones, devoid of soul, consistently earned higher marks.
As I sat there, I realized that writing should not merely be a tool to win scores, but a medium to express one's true self.
In textbooks, historical figures like Qu Yuan and Xiang Yu seem like performers in a repetitive drama, their tragic ends repeating endlessly without leaving a lasting impression on my heart.
This led me to "Innovation Composition" magazine. Its motto, "Express true feelings, find your true self," resonated deeply with me. To me, that is the essence of writing.
Perhaps, under the pressure of examinations, I will still have to write articles that lack authenticity, but I will strive to write from my heart.
