Last night as I was falling asleep I started thinking about this blog I started last year about philosophy and basically just a one stop shop for my thoughts to be deplored. After the first couple of posts I sort of gave up, not because I didn’t enjoy it, but more because I’m lazy and have a weakness for being unsettling. At least I’m honest.
With that being said, I decided today to take a look at the damn thing, and wouldn’t ya know it, the very last post I did was exactly one year ago from today. June 6th, 2013, marked the post of “A Poem About the Future – by a 22nd century philosopher”. I remember writing this thing and it brought me back to my mindset last year.
I was still somewhat getting used to being single again, although it had been almost a year since the break-up. The hardest part about life at that time was just searching for who I was, who I wanted to be, and who I wanted to be around.
Was my mind subliminally telling me it was time to return? Does the mind work in that way? The way in which it reflects back to a certain time that serves has a starting point from an exact moment? I don’t know, but I found it very interesting…
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