While strolling through New York a few weeks back, it dawned on me how little time we really have in every day, 1440 minutes to be exact. By my count, thats not many. Like the header says, I realised if I didnt have a word to say for every one of those few, precious, minutes, I was doing something wrong.
To date, when I look back on my life, I would have to say I've been doing a lot wrong. Something I had already decided to correct at the turn of this year, hence me being in New York in the first place.
I’d been wanting to do a more personal blog for some time, and when I came up for the idea for this blog, it was to be updated every day and each post would be 1440 words long, a word for every minute of my life. In attempting to write that first post, I realised writing 1440 words every 24 hours, would use a lot of those precious 1440 minutes that I am granted daily.
At that point, the blog was put on hold, as is the case with a lot of things in my life, when they don’t instantly fall in to place. Since then, I have decided the blog itself is more important to me, than the gimic I’d come up with. So here I am.
The format has changed, but the spirit and the content of the blog will remain, it just wont be daily and it wont have 1440 words to every post.
It will be used as a journal of sorts, a way to keep those who care, informed on where I am in the world, physically and mentally. As well as my observations on life around me, as my daily allowance of 1440 minutes pass me by.
Not every thought or action, certain things, thoughts, secrets, deeds, should never be aired on such a public forum. But certainly a lot more personal than I could ever be while talking to most people. So for me, I feel this will be a far more theraputic exercise than seeing someone to talk through my issues with, at least for the time being. I’m sure, eventually, I will have to see someone, but that’s a discussion for a later post.
Some people wont care what I have to say, nor what I am doing. Some wont agree and most will probably think me insane, all of which is fine. If nothing else, it will help me straighten my head in the same way writing in my personal journal does, while giving others an insight to who I am really am. Something very few people have ever really had, not an honest one at least.
I will also be able to look back over the path I trod, the places I’ve been, the things I’ve done and the thoughts I have had, the smaller things we all forget. That in itself, will make this a worth while endevour, at least to me.
Finally, on a purely egotistical level, this will leave some form of a mark for the world to see what I have done with the time I was given. I hope from this point forward, no one will think I wasted it.
Photos will be included when relevant, quotes, art, poetry (yes i write poetry, no laughing)… anything I can use to get my point across, to explain how I feel ,where I am or whatever is going on.
609 Words… 1440 every day would have been far to many to write… and far too many for anyone to have to read.
"The unexamined life is not worth living." - Socrates