Despite being a student of history, philosophy, and international relations, and with almost half a decade of experience in working in international development, I still find myself struggling to understand the world in which we live.
No doubt, this learning process will take an entire lifetime, and even then I will encounter things that seem to make no sense.
With that being said, at the ripe old age of 27, I think I have discovered 31 lessons that have helped to improve my understanding.
Continue reading “I Wish They Told Me This Shit In School”
In a few weeks time I will have been on this planet for a quarter of a century, and none of those 12 months have been as good as the dozen that have just passed.
Despite family health issues, despite being unemployed for a large portion of it, and despite ending my longest ever relationship with a girl that I had loved for years, 2014 has undoubtedly been my best year on this rock we call home.
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Since the start of my polyphasic sleeping self-experiment, I have kept a Word document on my laptop where I note down my feelings, thoughts and observations. As we are now heading into what I think is the third week (it may even be the fourth) it seems like as good a time as any to go over my findings.
The first few days were a blur. In fact the large majority of these two or three weeks have been a blur. It is the same routine day-in and day-out, so a Sunday ends up feeling almost exactly the same as a Tuesday. No lie-ins to be found here, not even at the weekend.
This had initially started out as a day-by-day analysis of feelings and observations but I soon had trouble remembering what event occurred on what day. As I said, the days were blurred into one and so pin-pointing exactly when something had happened, or when a feeling had taken me, was like reaching blindly in the shower for your shower gel, you may guess correctly, but the chances are you wont.
Continue reading “Polyphasic Sleeping: A Review After 3 Weeks”
The problem with time is that there is simply not enough of it. I know this scarcity should make us feel grateful for what we have got, but in all honesty I am greedy. I want more.
I have over 700 books on my Amazon wishlist and they are not going to read themselves. I have ideas for over 40 articles, I have a journalism course to be studying, I have work to be getting on with, and on top of that I wouldn’t mind at least some form of social life. A drink now and then, a smoke on the beach, a kick around with friends, and perhaps even re-joining the gym.
With my desire and interests spread among so many different targets, the only solution seems to be cloning myself, or a stealing the watch from a fictional child named Bernard. It simply isn’t possible. Or is it?
Continue reading “Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked”
“A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life”.
This is a quote from Muhammad Ali, and I am a firm believer in it. I think if you go through life without changing then you are nothing but stubborn and ignorant. This change does not happen overnight, all at once, but takes place over many years.
Nobody can be expected to be perfect, but I think everybody should feel obliged to be better. This move towards being better, towards changing, starting to love more than you hate, starting to accept more than you reject, and beginning to open up rather than close off, this is a gradual process.
Continue reading “Kaizen”