The Significance of 1:19 am

It’s one minute to 1:19 am — I notice this and I make a point to note it because 1:19 is a number that frequently appears in my life. It shows up repeatedly in tiny present moments such as when I glance at my phone, or when my eyes move to the bottom of my laptop screen, but it also makes its presence known in moments that have passed — it appears when I reread old emails written to old friends, look over important text messages, or go over multiple journal entries. During these moments of reliving my life in written form, I am often made conscious of the time stamp during those precious moments — 1:19 am.

So it comes as no surprise that at the very moment I decided to write my first post here (what about, I had not yet decided prior to clicking ‘Write a story’), the first thing I did was glance at the time and realise, oh, “It’s one minute to 1:19 am”.

A quick search of “1:19” on Google reveals this quote as the number three result:

“ Write, therefore, what you have seen, what is now and what will take place later.”

My agnostic-atheist self thinks it strange, relating this magical number of mine to a biblical quote, but the words do feel relevant to my life. They do make sense. Reading it, I feel a command to WRITE. And to write is precisely what my aim is on this slow-moving night, where two in the morning may as well be an eon away. It is what my aim was during those nights of 2000-word emails to faraway friends, those times I felt a deep unknown within me that made me glance towards something in search for the time to mark those precise emotions.

The above quote feels like the type of advice one would get from a fortune cookie. I can see it printed in black, cursive ink on faded paper that feels rough to the touch. I can see myself un-scrolling this slip of paper, and committing it to memory. To write what I have seen, what is now, and what will come. That is writing advice as sound as they come.

1:19 am.

I might never understand the reason for your existence, but I am glad that you appear in my life so fleetingly and so frequently, especially during the moments that I am doing what I most enjoy: Writing.

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