We consume a lot of information in our lives. Newspapers, blogs, tweets, podcasts, articles, videos. This input is necessary and keeps us informed about the world. What else is necessary, though, is the filtering of this input; an output. That output can be talking about a current event incident with your friends around a water-cooler, or writing a blog post with your thoughts on the launch of Apple’s newest product, or tweeting about something with a link and an expression (although, personally, I can tell you that it’s by far the least gratifying of the three.) To put it this way, we need to say, speak, tell, write what we’re hearing, listening, consuming, reading, to know what we’re feeling.

For the last 3 months of life, I haven’t written more than 140 words at a time that have been meant to be read by an audience of more than one (and in e-mails and Twitter too, I’ve tried to restrain where possible). The lack of doing so, I’ve found, has made my life less clearer, more abstract, and and more internal. There was once a time where I used to write at least 500 words a day for Rev2.org, the blog I sold last year. I would cover pretty much every major tech news item, and while as a result I feel my opinions were much more conspicuous, they were convoluted in the fact that I was expected to have an opinion about everything I’d cover, which resulted in somethings I said, sometimes, which I didn’t feel truly passionately about. The contrast, though, has been writing nothing, about nothing, and I’ve come to realize that I need to write to live and to know what I’m thinking, even for myself.

So I’ve decided, through my only outlet — this tumblelog — I’m going to be sharing a lot of what I’ve been consuming, and not only that, I’m going to try and add as much genuine and sincere original input as possible. If you get tired of it, feel free to unfollow, because I’ll admit now that this “sharing” is going to be as much therapeutic for me as it is informational for anyone who dares to read it.