The more we discover who God is,
more we come to realize there is no opinion of value apart from God (in even simplest of matters). For example: How many times have we had a profound thought, considering it of no importance to write it down (keeping it until its' divine purpose is revealed)? There is many a poet, song writer, or author whose gift God is trying to waken to use for Him ... God's effort being cheapened with low opinions of ourselves.
I don't know of anyone who respects a writer, thinking him a loafer except he's actually been published. Try to get a loan or a common job listing occupation as ‘writer’.
Apply for a writing position and most likely question will be "Where did you get your education or training?" People snub male writers, thinking it a sick excuse to avoid society or work (unless they're already bringing in big bucks).
If one keeps a diary, television tells us it will be full of dark secrets that will only come back to haunt us. When a child finds pleasure in recording their thoughts, we, sometimes, impatiently await them outgrowing it.
Knowing one who keeps meticulous books, records, and ledgers (except it be their job or directly benefiting us); we tend to think them a neat freak, obsessive, or weird.
