The 11th Entry

 For those who have difficulty reading cursive, I've provided a clear, printed version below.

What if I’m the only one who believes? What if the Monster is as lonely as I am, trapped in a world that refuses to see it? I’ve decided that I won’t stop searching for it, no matter how many scolds and rolled eyes I face. I’ll keep returning to this lake, keep writing in this journal, and keep believing in the impossible. After all, isn’t that what makes life worth living?

    This entry captures my grandfather’s unwavering belief in the Lake Monster, even in the face of constant ridicule and isolation. His question, "What if I’m the only one who believes?" speaks to a deep sense of loneliness, as though he and the Monster share a bond—both misunderstood, both unseen. Despite the skepticism he faces from others, he resolves to continue his search, to keep writing and believing, no matter how many dismissals he encounters. This moment is a testament to his persistence, a reminder that sometimes, the impossible is worth chasing simply because it gives life purpose. His belief, even if only his own, fuels his journey, and that’s what keeps him coming back to the lake time and time again.