I am ridiculously busy right now. I am a full-time student at a university. I work when I am not at school. In between these two endeavors, I am trying to be a good husband and father.I feel as if I am being pulled in a thousand different directions. I used to be a contemplative person, but now I go through life on autopilot for the most part. I do not live an examined life.
So, I'm going to start a blog. I have had this desire for a while, but I wasn't sure what I would right about. That is until my birthday came around. I turned twenty-five two days ago. I'll be honest, it bothered me a bit. The whole quarter-of-a-century thing. Someone said to me, "You know, if you live to be seventy-five, a third of your life is over." True, but depressing. This is beside the point. On my birthday, I composed a haiku, seventeen syllables to express my feelings about the day of my birth. It was cheesy and not very good. But I had a thought-What if I did this everyday, just seventeen syllables of poetic expression everyday.
So, that is what I am going to do. Write a haiku everyday. I chose haiku as a form because it is simple and straightforward. My daily life feels as if it has unending stanzas, weighed down with extended metaphors and over-bearing symbolism. Haiku reveals only the essence of a moment. It is the poetic form that is most like the life I want. I want to live for the moment, not worrying about the next five to ten years, just the next five to ten minutes. So, seventeen syllable life, here I come.
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