Ultimately, daily intentions are moral as well as practical. Baldwin’s prose—especially The Fire Next Time (1963)—reads like a ledger of conscience, insisting that clarity precede action. Journals can perform a similar audit: what we write, we must face; what we face, we can amend. By returning to the page, we revise trajectories in small, honest increments. So the habit closes its loop: ink remembers, we review, and intention matures into character. [...]
