Welcome to Memoirs of the Mind!
My name is Rory and recently I decided to start documenting pieces of my life.
Why? For a couple reasons:
Firstly because I love reading and writing. I’m an amateur poet who loves words. I want to explore the English language further (after all it’s the only one I know). I am also inspired by my sister Kelly who is a wonderful writer.
Secondly because I need a way to vent, express and empty out the things in my head. Sometimes it seems that my mind is a constant washing machine, thoughts swishing, sloshing and pounding around. Items get jammed and I tunnel in on them, stuck on thoughts for days. If I try to express these thoughts through the spoken word, it all comes out in a jumble, I end up being misinterpreted, and more often than not, offending someone.
Too often I feel like my head is a mess, I’m missing things. There is too much going on.
The other day I had a revelation. I was a father with loving a wife and two beautiful daughters and I honestly thought to myself, how and when did this all happen? Inside I still feel like a child. I’m a little bit bewildered at what is ahead of me.
Hopefully this blog will be a medium where I can work things out. A way to help file my thoughts, challenges, fears and dreams away in an orderly manner on the bookcase of my life.
Perhaps I might learn more about myself and recover some pieces of me. Pieces lost in the pain, grief and darkness that have passed through me. That has passed through us all.
And thirdly because I think there is a story here. There is a story in every human life. So many of which are left untold.
And at the end of the day that’s what I am.
I am human.
I make mistakes.
I love, laugh, cry, judge, hurt…
I pray, hate, succeed, fail, dance…
I struggle, fight, play, fall, get up, run, walk, stumble…
And someday…I will die.
I soldier on in the greatest marathon of all. The marathon of life. A marathon run by countless billions. A marathon which no one has ever failed to finish.
This will be a record of my marathon. Chronicles that my wife and daughters, family, friends and fellow marathon runners might read back through one day.
It is a human account.
An ‘every day’ human account of how one person sees the world, how that one person journeys through it, and most importantly of all, the people in it. The ones that challenge him, the ones who push and jostle him, the ones who carry him and the ones that cheer him along.
I hope that you might join me in my journey. Because truly, as human beings, we are all already in this together.