Keep Thinking...
I have always considered thinking as some sort of an enjoyment. It does make you alive and aware of things around you, things that have to be defined, although they look very obvious. Other times I feel thinking is the hardest process my mind could function, even if I am witnessing the clearest vision, it always invites itself as some sort of a dark cloud ready to blackout the light bulbs of my thoughts.
This brings an important issue as I can see. The fight between thoughts of your beliefs and thoughts that you receive, it is hard at this time to see who is going to be the winner. And even harder to actually choose a side, you begin to feel lost, confused, and alienated from all that can make sense to you. You begin crawl inside that cave, looking for the answers in the dark, and there is no way in the world you can get your hand on a glimpse of light, because, by then, you become darkened by your own thoughts. Afterwards, you start to bleed, until you loose you natural color. Now, you cannot get any paler, it is official, you are walking-dead. But, do you want to keep living like that, you head is a battlefield, your thoughts are enemies, and there is no sign of peaceful agreement. Then you begin to consider the most obvious thing your mind has forgotten, this world is full of contradictions, and there is no way in this world you can reach a final answer for any question, even the silliest that can pass your mind. Only then, you start to see the light, not a white one, but yellow, reflecting a life's metaphor, there is no such things as a white true--a truest true.
This brings an important issue as I can see. The fight between thoughts of your beliefs and thoughts that you receive, it is hard at this time to see who is going to be the winner. And even harder to actually choose a side, you begin to feel lost, confused, and alienated from all that can make sense to you. You begin crawl inside that cave, looking for the answers in the dark, and there is no way in the world you can get your hand on a glimpse of light, because, by then, you become darkened by your own thoughts. Afterwards, you start to bleed, until you loose you natural color. Now, you cannot get any paler, it is official, you are walking-dead. But, do you want to keep living like that, you head is a battlefield, your thoughts are enemies, and there is no sign of peaceful agreement. Then you begin to consider the most obvious thing your mind has forgotten, this world is full of contradictions, and there is no way in this world you can reach a final answer for any question, even the silliest that can pass your mind. Only then, you start to see the light, not a white one, but yellow, reflecting a life's metaphor, there is no such things as a white true--a truest true.
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