Week 3: Don't burn my diary, publish it

Although I do not keep a consistent diary I have a collection of places I keep my writing. Documents on my computer, a multitude of journals filled with poems, lists, and thoughts and Every English class notebook from fifth grade to my senior year of high school. Although the idea of someone reading my journal now is mortifying to say the least, it does not mean I don't want people to never read my journal, just maybe not now. I like many others am terrified of what death brings, and I want a piece of me to live on. Your life story can only exist in other living beings for so long before you are too long gone in a lineage to be remembered. But hypothetically your words could outlive you for centuries. I read the New York post article about the women who woke up and just decided to burn her whole life. Every feeling and though from seventh grade into her 30s gone in a few seconds. It breaks my heart thinking of all the thoughts and dreams that will now die with her. Although I don't think its a good idea to read someones diary well they are alive, once they are dead it can be a great insight into who a person is. But I do believe there are some exceptions, as I am also a fairly nosey person. I want to be able to get peaks into people lives, so if someone gave me the opportunity to read their journal I would probably want to. There are some people who are so magnetic that you are willing to read their grocery lists. When I was reading Sylvia Plath journal I felt at home, we had similar thoughts and experiences. She had a magnetic feel to her that I truly got to feel when I read her diary. This may be an unpopular opinion but instead of burning my dairies I want someone to publish my diary when I die. Pick out all the best bits from my diary over the years and let me become a posthumous nationally recognized writer. Although I probably share all my ideas and dreams with half the population I don't think I could ever let those thoughts die with me. I would want them to be shared.