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Why you must keep records

Maybe you have been doing this and still do, or you have been doing it sometimes or you used to, either ways in this new month and not so old year, try and keep a journal,i.e., a book in which you record the happenings of your life. Do this for this reason:

Life presents various seasons and you will not always be in the best of moods or places or situations etc. Your low moments may get to you so much that you maybe tempted to think that nothing good has ever happened to you. But they have. And the journal would remind you of this when you read this in your not so happy days.

When you are overly excited and forget to be level headed, this would remind you from 'whence thou cameth from' and hopefully put you in reasonable check.

You may even realize later on like the King who couldn't sleep and asked for the history books, that at one point in time someone was good to you, whom you may have fallen out with. It would remind you to be kind to them.

It would also help you not to develop amnesia. Not everyone needs to be brought in your confidential circles,especially by virtue of some of their previous acts and it would remind you how to relate and open up to them.

We as humans sometimes forget easily. It is no wonder Bible uses this word so many times 'Remember'. And a journal would help you do this. If for nothing at all, most powerful men kept records,you should do same.

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