Thinking isn’t the problem. It’s overthinking. Thinking gives way to solution, while over thinking just leads to more, and more qustions, and it just angers you. One day I Hope to think. To just think, and bask in my though, but only if it helps me, not damage.
I thought for a minute. The thoughts swirling from one side to the other. I wonder, who wonders? Do all people relax and take the time to analyze their own lives? I sit here on this bench in the middle of winter, thinking.
I know there’s something missing. I know you want a cure.
If it’s even out there, I really can’t be sure.
You wonder if you were born like this, always torn apart
Is it possible to lose something you never had from the start?
Asking questions. That is how we think. We think by wondering about something, seeking for something to make sense. We try hard to imagine the possibilities. But then we stop. Because we are weak of mind and character we stop at the possibilities and never take the thoughts to the end. If we did, we would find the truth… and the truth will set you free.
He can see all written words, hear all spoken phrases, but he can’t take our thoughts. How can we fight something that is aware of everything but our mind? Alone.
i dont think. i just write, sometimes about interesting things sometimes about nothing, words and feelings and thoughts come to me and then get put on paper. It doesnt help my problems. but it makes me feel better for a very small amount of time. Its easy to write about things because you’re admitting them to noone apart from yourself.
Think. Think. Think. That’s what she said. She said “think before you speak.” She said “you’re over thinking it.” She said “think more, talk less.” She said “think more deeply.” She said “don’t think so much, just follow your heart.”
I always love to do this. I do this when I am sitting down, standing up. I do this when I try to sleep, I do this when I eat breakfast. I do this mostly when I am at work. I wish people would do more of this because it would point them all to the concept that things do make sense and that there are answers and that is because God created it that way.
Jesus is called the “logos” or the word. This in a philosophical, platonic sense means that “logic” in it’s truest form (the word), points to something bigger than us.
It’s hard to think about what to write sometimes. Who knows who gave shakespear and Wilde the mind to do write like the world has never seen. How they got the ideas, could put it down onto paper. It takes a real genius to learn the science of English, how to do it and when.
Quiet, then – a thought bubbles up. Bloink! A new idea is born. The thought becomes an action. The action effects change. The change takes over the world. The world is different. People are different. People think.
I thought about her all morning. All I could think of were her brown eyes and auburn hair. Her hair, though, haunted me, caked with blood as it was as she lay in the street where I hit and killed her. An accident I thought.
“Think! think!” Jeremy says to me. “There has to be a way to get through to him.” I’m not doubting him, but I don’t think Dominic will listen to me after what I did. As much as I would like to think he would come back, I just don’t believe it…
I miss him. I miss his blue eyes and, as much as this may sound silly, I miss his hugs. When I was entwined in his arms, I felt safe. And his laugh, that laugh that would make you feel as though you are the funniest person he ever met. So I’m thinking, thinking of a way to get him back. What could I say? …I could tell him the truth. I could tell him, “I love you more then anything. I miss you so much it hurts. I’m confused when you’re not here to help me and here for me to vent and get my thoughts composed, and not having you here to keep me level headed.” So I’ll think of a way to get him back. I have to. I think, and think, and think…
when i htink my thoughts flow. kind of like a waterfal. there are words, words, lots of them so many i cant count the, words that mean soimething. words that dont make sense. words that make me wonder what i was thinking. and words.. some that are painful. some that are not. some that make me want to think more. and some that make me shut down. but i think. think because… i like it..
thinking can be a lonely thing. thinking about life. about what you should be doing, what you shouldn’t be doing, what you’d like to be doing… the list is endless. think is such a free thing. think about anything. an opinion. what do you think. don’t think just do. no strings. no limits. get lost in a thought.
I think about a lot of things. I think about the world and my place in it. I think about my friends and my family and what I owe them. Then I think about what I owe me. Sometimes I wish I could stop thinking. It gets tiring, laying up at night with a million things running through my mind. I think and I think and I think. Usually in circles. About everything and nothing until it shifts to nonsensical dreams.
As I sit here and think about what to write – not just for this, but for anything these days – I think about how writers have to allow themselves to be bad writers. Perfect example.
Don’t think. Just write. That’s what I was told to do. So I let my fingers roll over the keys, frequent visitor to the <– Backspace button because of mistypes. But I'm still typing nonetheless. Type. Type. Think. Type.
Think.It’s not illegal yet. But not too much,or it just might kill you. The mind likes to create scary things that will probably never happen just to watch us puppets suffer. Thinking is an ugly business,but sometimes its the only thing that can save you.
The serpent that never ends. Monkey mind. All over everywhere. We think we think and don’t feel. But we really feel everything first and then think over it. Thinking is feeling. They are much the same. Are we fools to think they can be separate?
Do people think anymore? Or do we just react to outside forces?
If we think, we will act more carefully. If we don’t let the computer
do our thinking for us. So, try to think a bit more each day.
Thinking requires everything your body has ever experienced. It requires the past, the present, and the future. You bring your experiences and worries into your thoughts. You filter out what you deem unimportant and concentrate, full force, on what matters in your head. Everything matters in your head.
I think a lot. Perhaps too much. I think all day about things–all sorts of things. Sometimes it makes me sad thinking so much because when you think you cannot DO so much. And life is based on the fact of DOING and action and not idle thinking. Thoughts kill me.
i think a lot. i over think most of the time.
i think a lot about everything. about people walking next to me on the sidewalk. i think about whether or not theyre happy.
i hope they are.
i think music is the best thing in the world
i think love is when someone can make flowers grow in the darkest parts of your mind
i think words are the best way to connect with someone
that ideas are important
and passion is infinite
and it is important to remember
to remain inspired
i think i want to help change the world
but until then, ill just think
a little
more
Had a shitty day. Received the e-mail from oneword and thought I’d just check out what word was it today. During the seconds it took since I pressed the “Go” button to the complete load of the page, I wondered what word would it be: anger; hate; pain… ‘think’… Well… You got me there.
i think a lot. too much acually , evry minute of the day.i over think about everything, once i wake up and i fall asleep think about everythink. im always anctiouse and stressing about thing. but i just deal with it. its stressful but that makes me sharper on the way i look at things. it has its ups and downs. i hate feloing paranoyed.
Me again! I don’t know what else to do so i’m just gonna do another one word thing. I have split ends really bad:/ hate it! anyway i can’t wait til i get home and make a one word! get ready to be friended Elaine and Ms.H I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY PUT CAPS LOCK ON
Think harder and harder until your brain leaks out of your ears and onto your page, flowing like ink from a pen nib, forming notations and quotations and rhyme.
NO. I don’t wanna think cause every time I think i see that video of Josie dancing. Why in the world would she do such a thing!? Sick nasty perv. Ok, well it’s suddenly deciding to give me more time. Sorry if I mess up on typing cause i’m trying to type really fast before the tome’s up. Everyone;s doing the justwrite but me. Shucks!
Thinking isn’t the problem. It’s overthinking. Thinking gives way to solution, while over thinking just leads to more, and more qustions, and it just angers you. One day I Hope to think. To just think, and bask in my though, but only if it helps me, not damage.
I thought for a minute. The thoughts swirling from one side to the other. I wonder, who wonders? Do all people relax and take the time to analyze their own lives? I sit here on this bench in the middle of winter, thinking.
I know there’s something missing. I know you want a cure.
If it’s even out there, I really can’t be sure.
You wonder if you were born like this, always torn apart
Is it possible to lose something you never had from the start?
Asking questions. That is how we think. We think by wondering about something, seeking for something to make sense. We try hard to imagine the possibilities. But then we stop. Because we are weak of mind and character we stop at the possibilities and never take the thoughts to the end. If we did, we would find the truth… and the truth will set you free.
would you think to think about school?
Yes i would like to think about school
What can you think about?
I should think of the wink as a mere slip of pink, but I would be moved to the brink if it meant he felt linked.
i like to think about school school think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think
He can see all written words, hear all spoken phrases, but he can’t take our thoughts. How can we fight something that is aware of everything but our mind? Alone.
it scares me to think, everytime i do so I can feel the time passing.
i dont think. i just write, sometimes about interesting things sometimes about nothing, words and feelings and thoughts come to me and then get put on paper. It doesnt help my problems. but it makes me feel better for a very small amount of time. Its easy to write about things because you’re admitting them to noone apart from yourself.
STOP, THINK, Then ACT. Life, in that order, has the best outcome.
thinking is the very necessity for the modern man. To think is as important as to breathe. It
Think. Think. Think. That’s what she said. She said “think before you speak.” She said “you’re over thinking it.” She said “think more, talk less.” She said “think more deeply.” She said “don’t think so much, just follow your heart.”
I always love to do this. I do this when I am sitting down, standing up. I do this when I try to sleep, I do this when I eat breakfast. I do this mostly when I am at work. I wish people would do more of this because it would point them all to the concept that things do make sense and that there are answers and that is because God created it that way.
Jesus is called the “logos” or the word. This in a philosophical, platonic sense means that “logic” in it’s truest form (the word), points to something bigger than us.
It’s hard to think about what to write sometimes. Who knows who gave shakespear and Wilde the mind to do write like the world has never seen. How they got the ideas, could put it down onto paper. It takes a real genius to learn the science of English, how to do it and when.
Quiet, then – a thought bubbles up. Bloink! A new idea is born. The thought becomes an action. The action effects change. The change takes over the world. The world is different. People are different. People think.
I thought about her all morning. All I could think of were her brown eyes and auburn hair. Her hair, though, haunted me, caked with blood as it was as she lay in the street where I hit and killed her. An accident I thought.
“Think! think!” Jeremy says to me. “There has to be a way to get through to him.” I’m not doubting him, but I don’t think Dominic will listen to me after what I did. As much as I would like to think he would come back, I just don’t believe it…
I miss him. I miss his blue eyes and, as much as this may sound silly, I miss his hugs. When I was entwined in his arms, I felt safe. And his laugh, that laugh that would make you feel as though you are the funniest person he ever met. So I’m thinking, thinking of a way to get him back. What could I say? …I could tell him the truth. I could tell him, “I love you more then anything. I miss you so much it hurts. I’m confused when you’re not here to help me and here for me to vent and get my thoughts composed, and not having you here to keep me level headed.” So I’ll think of a way to get him back. I have to. I think, and think, and think…
when i htink my thoughts flow. kind of like a waterfal. there are words, words, lots of them so many i cant count the, words that mean soimething. words that dont make sense. words that make me wonder what i was thinking. and words.. some that are painful. some that are not. some that make me want to think more. and some that make me shut down. but i think. think because… i like it..
thinking can be a lonely thing. thinking about life. about what you should be doing, what you shouldn’t be doing, what you’d like to be doing… the list is endless. think is such a free thing. think about anything. an opinion. what do you think. don’t think just do. no strings. no limits. get lost in a thought.
thinking too much leads to negative thoughts.
just think positively… cause thinking leads to actions. be positive
=)
I think about a lot of things. I think about the world and my place in it. I think about my friends and my family and what I owe them. Then I think about what I owe me. Sometimes I wish I could stop thinking. It gets tiring, laying up at night with a million things running through my mind. I think and I think and I think. Usually in circles. About everything and nothing until it shifts to nonsensical dreams.
As I sit here and think about what to write – not just for this, but for anything these days – I think about how writers have to allow themselves to be bad writers. Perfect example.
Don’t think. Just write. That’s what I was told to do. So I let my fingers roll over the keys, frequent visitor to the <– Backspace button because of mistypes. But I'm still typing nonetheless. Type. Type. Think. Type.
Think.It’s not illegal yet. But not too much,or it just might kill you. The mind likes to create scary things that will probably never happen just to watch us puppets suffer. Thinking is an ugly business,but sometimes its the only thing that can save you.
ok
The serpent that never ends. Monkey mind. All over everywhere. We think we think and don’t feel. But we really feel everything first and then think over it. Thinking is feeling. They are much the same. Are we fools to think they can be separate?
Do people think anymore? Or do we just react to outside forces?
If we think, we will act more carefully. If we don’t let the computer
do our thinking for us. So, try to think a bit more each day.
Thinking requires everything your body has ever experienced. It requires the past, the present, and the future. You bring your experiences and worries into your thoughts. You filter out what you deem unimportant and concentrate, full force, on what matters in your head. Everything matters in your head.
I think a lot. Perhaps too much. I think all day about things–all sorts of things. Sometimes it makes me sad thinking so much because when you think you cannot DO so much. And life is based on the fact of DOING and action and not idle thinking. Thoughts kill me.
i think a lot. i over think most of the time.
i think a lot about everything. about people walking next to me on the sidewalk. i think about whether or not theyre happy.
i hope they are.
i think music is the best thing in the world
i think love is when someone can make flowers grow in the darkest parts of your mind
i think words are the best way to connect with someone
that ideas are important
and passion is infinite
and it is important to remember
to remain inspired
i think i want to help change the world
but until then, ill just think
a little
more
some thing u do to figure some thing out i do not like to think very hard something that takes intelligence and skill
Had a shitty day. Received the e-mail from oneword and thought I’d just check out what word was it today. During the seconds it took since I pressed the “Go” button to the complete load of the page, I wondered what word would it be: anger; hate; pain… ‘think’… Well… You got me there.
i think a lot. too much acually , evry minute of the day.i over think about everything, once i wake up and i fall asleep think about everythink. im always anctiouse and stressing about thing. but i just deal with it. its stressful but that makes me sharper on the way i look at things. it has its ups and downs. i hate feloing paranoyed.
Me again! I don’t know what else to do so i’m just gonna do another one word thing. I have split ends really bad:/ hate it! anyway i can’t wait til i get home and make a one word! get ready to be friended Elaine and Ms.H I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY PUT CAPS LOCK ON
Think harder and harder until your brain leaks out of your ears and onto your page, flowing like ink from a pen nib, forming notations and quotations and rhyme.
I think that I can make this lifestyle change happen! I embrace the idea of change and taking a new direction I think it will be a god thing.
NO. I don’t wanna think cause every time I think i see that video of Josie dancing. Why in the world would she do such a thing!? Sick nasty perv. Ok, well it’s suddenly deciding to give me more time. Sorry if I mess up on typing cause i’m trying to type really fast before the tome’s up. Everyone;s doing the justwrite but me. Shucks!
i think abouit what to write
i think what to write about