I want to think more. But thinking is dangerous. I think then I feel, and that can only lead to collapse. I must treat my body as one would a nation. If we allow something dangerous in, even something small, it can bring us down from the inside. Oh so slowly.
Sappere Aude! This was the war cry of the enlightenment; it means “dare to think”. I want to scream it at so many people these days. People don’t think.. so many of them anyway. People just repeat and rant. Could machines ever think? What if one day people lose the ability to think, through some backwards evolutionary process? Their minds would be fed information from birth, but no one would undertake any analysis, research or critical thought, so their brains just wouldn’t develop these faculties any more. I don’t think it’s that far from happening.
Thinking is an essential part of human life. We all think. A thought could save a life, a shared thought could save millions. Thoughts are essential to our existence.
what do I think, thinking is wierd it involves thoughts thrown at us like papers in the wind. ones that interest you, you hold onto, and others you let fly by, sometimes you miss the important ones or even get stuck on one that is truly insignificant. Hopefully you will think to follow your heart and learn what is good to think about. Thinking is good in moderation. THINK. it’s all a blessing. good and bad. black and white. One does not exsist without the other
I wish I could think like my mother. She thinks and analyzes and makes connections. Ones I never could imagine in my maddest thoughts. Thinking has never been my strong place. I simply do without the thinking.
I think a lot. I think about a ton of things. I hate thinking. It’s the worst. I think about horrible things. Things that make my head go crazy, thinking hurts. I can’t stand it. I wish I could just stop thinking.
I like to think. Sometimes people underestimate where thinking takes them. A thought can save a life, a shared thought could save millions. There’s nothing more valuable to the human race than thoughts.
I think a lot. What’s on my mind right now is my best friend. Turns out he’s going out with 1 of our other friends that i had a little thing with. They’ve been going out for 6 months.
When I just sit alone by myself I think of how I think. I think of how others see the world and I think of how the world sees everyone in it. I think a bit too much. And then I talk too much. That’s really my problem. Talking about what I think. Sometimes it is just better to leave the thoughts inside.
thinking is really esasy i guess hah, consideriung that thats what in not supposed to be doing right now….Just writing….yeah but all i can think about is a girl I really hate, hwrr names Jacqui and shes just really been horrible latly. shje turned my best friend of four years against me in
there must be a healthy median. overthinking and underthinking generally lead to destruction. wondering will i ever be satisfied with just….thinking. my extreme nature tells me otherwise. i will only think too much OR i’ll not think at all.
One minute to digress, two to fill up a fish tank of unthinkable spells. Go out of your little dungeon. Your self imposed cave of doubt. Get out get out get out of your head little one. I believe in all of you. This whole mess gathered together that makes up you.
This would take some thinking. It could not just be a quick plan that we do at the tip of a hat, it needed to be calculated, written out. We could not risk getting caught, or losing each other in the escape. We had to stay together, and we had to run. Run fast. That was all we had, we needed more thinking.
I don’t know how to. The words are there, somewhere, in the background but I can’t pull them forward. It’s so quiet inside my mind. I can hear you yelling, screaming, singing. But I can’t reply.
She told me to sit down and write whatever comes to mind
telling me to let the storm brewing take its course
I picked up my pen and walked into the eye
so this way I could finally think.
I really need to start thinking before I chat. Not before I speak, because then I do think, most of the time, as long as I’m not carried away by my need to impress other people. But on chat, I definitely don’t think about the consequences of my words as much as I should, and because of that, I tend to be over dramatic and even insensitive. Even though thinking is a pain, and it always seems to depress me, I need to start doing it more often. Maybe then I’ll start to get more work done. I don’t think about work, but I don’t do it either. I do prefer that to thinking about work and doing it, but obviously what’s best is to not think about it but still do it.
To think is to look inside your mind. Don’t think too hard. You won’t like what you find if you dig too deep. I wish I had taken my own advice years ago. Now it’s too late for me. I have been taken by my own thoughts and I can never come back.
i think all the time. about dragons and hell. about love and miscommunication. i do it all the time. i think about you, me and everyone else in between, like my sisters and my best friend.
Think? Well that’s interesting. I guess think is a verb so it’s something you would do. I think a lot. I don’t talk very much so i guess when I’m not talking, I’m thinking. It’s fun i suppose. THink. Hmm. Okay I’m thinking right now that this is harder than I thought it would be.
I don’t. I might just do something. It usually doesn’t really matter what, but the thing is, everyone has to. Do it that is. I might be runnig out of it.
Thinking can be a dangerous activity. Sometimes it fills one with joy and happiness with memories and daydreams and fantasies. But all too often it brings about a darker side of a person. Bringing up regrets, fears, anxieties, and faults that cause deep sadness within. Yet it is the one thing that defines us as a species. The one thing that has led to so much progress.
People have told me I think too much. But is that possible really? Especially when our world is in such a state that it needs everyone’s help and their thoughts to save it?
I just wish that you thought of me the same that I thinkk of you. You mean so much to me. You mean more to me than anyone else alive. Why don’t I mean that much to you. I can’t breath without you. I can’t think without you coming into my psyche. Why do you do this to me?
Think of all the places you’ve been, all the smells you’ve felt, all the colors you’ve drowned in. Think of the way the sun fell on your neck, think of the way the lavender-scented fields welled up in your throat. But most importantly, don’t think about any of it at all. Let your memory swell and recede as do the tides of the ocean, and don’t be sad when one day you can hardly remember what you did that day. Because you will remember how you felt.
i am having a hard time just writing and not thinking about the word think! what in the world can I write about the word think. I spend a lot of time thinking each night before I fall asleep. I think about what I will do tomorrow and try to put a to do list together in my brain. I like to think about how my day will go, so that I can be as prepared as I possibly be for the day ahead.
The irony of this i that i’m actually thinking of something to write about when it distinctly told me not to, but by talking about trying to thin of something without thinking, i guess i’m not thinking? Confusing i know, i’m a very confusing person.
You’d better think about what you’re about to do. This could have implications for the rest of your life. Don’t blow it. Don’t freeze up. Take some breaths. Clear your head. Then ACT!
I think this may become a tedious habit after a while. Because the first few times were an absolutely new experience, not I’ve already started coming on with an expectation of sorts. I know what I would write and I thought the goal was to be completely spontaneous.
It’s funny how it’s taken me all these years to figure out that the way we think isn’t necessarily the way everyone else thinks. Different perspectives and different ways of understanding things, it’s amazing. Imagine that, 7 billion different perspectives
I don’t know right now.
I really never did.
I just can’t think straight.
My buzzing thoughts are just white noise, each one fighting for attention.
I can’t concentrate.
I never have been able to.
I just don’t know.
If It really mattered, would I actually be able to think about it?
Probably not.
It never really mattered.
I just don’t know.
I think all the time. My mind is this non-stop ongoing conversation between myself and the lesser parts of me. It is a dialogue of overanalysing, of doubt, of joys and an endless onslaught of musings. The things I think of…sometimes I think I am too small to contain the big thoughts I have.
Newer generations seem to have a certain flaw: they no longer think. They are a mass of people who follow each other in circles. Nothing intelligent comes out of the masses. They just create “pop culture” and call it art when it’s practically the opposite. If they could use their brains they would see the horrendous state of the culture we are creating. And it’s not a good one.
I don’t know right now.
I really never did.
I just can’t think straight.
My buzzing thoughts are just white noise, each one fighting for attention.
I can’t concentrate.
I never have been able to.
I just don’t know.
I want to think more. But thinking is dangerous. I think then I feel, and that can only lead to collapse. I must treat my body as one would a nation. If we allow something dangerous in, even something small, it can bring us down from the inside. Oh so slowly.
Sappere Aude! This was the war cry of the enlightenment; it means “dare to think”. I want to scream it at so many people these days. People don’t think.. so many of them anyway. People just repeat and rant. Could machines ever think? What if one day people lose the ability to think, through some backwards evolutionary process? Their minds would be fed information from birth, but no one would undertake any analysis, research or critical thought, so their brains just wouldn’t develop these faculties any more. I don’t think it’s that far from happening.
“I’d never given any serious thought into running away, especially not with you.”
Hah, cute. I sipped from my drink before he continued.
“But I think I was wrong. I want to. I really want to.”
I choked on whatever I had in my mouth, running to the sink so I didn’t spit it all over his pretty face. “BEG PARDON!?”
“Let’s run away–like you said.”
“I’d never given any serious thought into running away, especially not with you.”
Hah, cute. I spilled my drink before he continued.
“But I think I was wrong. I want to. I really want to.”
I choked on whatever I had in my mouth, running to the sink so I didn’t spit it all over his pretty face. “BEG PARDON!?”
Thinking is an essential part of human life. We all think. A thought could save a life, a shared thought could save millions. Thoughts are essential to our existence.
what do I think, thinking is wierd it involves thoughts thrown at us like papers in the wind. ones that interest you, you hold onto, and others you let fly by, sometimes you miss the important ones or even get stuck on one that is truly insignificant. Hopefully you will think to follow your heart and learn what is good to think about. Thinking is good in moderation. THINK. it’s all a blessing. good and bad. black and white. One does not exsist without the other
I wish I could think like my mother. She thinks and analyzes and makes connections. Ones I never could imagine in my maddest thoughts. Thinking has never been my strong place. I simply do without the thinking.
I think a lot. I think about a ton of things. I hate thinking. It’s the worst. I think about horrible things. Things that make my head go crazy, thinking hurts. I can’t stand it. I wish I could just stop thinking.
I like to think. Sometimes people underestimate where thinking takes them. A thought can save a life, a shared thought could save millions. There’s nothing more valuable to the human race than thoughts.
Actions have consequences. Words have consequences. Do you not think when you spew your poison?
I think a lot. What’s on my mind right now is my best friend. Turns out he’s going out with 1 of our other friends that i had a little thing with. They’ve been going out for 6 months.
When I just sit alone by myself I think of how I think. I think of how others see the world and I think of how the world sees everyone in it. I think a bit too much. And then I talk too much. That’s really my problem. Talking about what I think. Sometimes it is just better to leave the thoughts inside.
thinking is really esasy i guess hah, consideriung that thats what in not supposed to be doing right now….Just writing….yeah but all i can think about is a girl I really hate, hwrr names Jacqui and shes just really been horrible latly. shje turned my best friend of four years against me in
I think, therefore I am.
I am, therefore I think.
I think I am.
I am what I think.
Thinking as I am, I am as I think.
A thinker, a be-er, a be-ing.
Cause and effect?
The chicken and the egg?
there must be a healthy median. overthinking and underthinking generally lead to destruction. wondering will i ever be satisfied with just….thinking. my extreme nature tells me otherwise. i will only think too much OR i’ll not think at all.
One minute to digress, two to fill up a fish tank of unthinkable spells. Go out of your little dungeon. Your self imposed cave of doubt. Get out get out get out of your head little one. I believe in all of you. This whole mess gathered together that makes up you.
This would take some thinking. It could not just be a quick plan that we do at the tip of a hat, it needed to be calculated, written out. We could not risk getting caught, or losing each other in the escape. We had to stay together, and we had to run. Run fast. That was all we had, we needed more thinking.
I don’t know how to. The words are there, somewhere, in the background but I can’t pull them forward. It’s so quiet inside my mind. I can hear you yelling, screaming, singing. But I can’t reply.
She told me to sit down and write whatever comes to mind
telling me to let the storm brewing take its course
I picked up my pen and walked into the eye
so this way I could finally think.
I really need to start thinking before I chat. Not before I speak, because then I do think, most of the time, as long as I’m not carried away by my need to impress other people. But on chat, I definitely don’t think about the consequences of my words as much as I should, and because of that, I tend to be over dramatic and even insensitive. Even though thinking is a pain, and it always seems to depress me, I need to start doing it more often. Maybe then I’ll start to get more work done. I don’t think about work, but I don’t do it either. I do prefer that to thinking about work and doing it, but obviously what’s best is to not think about it but still do it.
To think is to look inside your mind. Don’t think too hard. You won’t like what you find if you dig too deep. I wish I had taken my own advice years ago. Now it’s too late for me. I have been taken by my own thoughts and I can never come back.
i think all the time. about dragons and hell. about love and miscommunication. i do it all the time. i think about you, me and everyone else in between, like my sisters and my best friend.
Think? Well that’s interesting. I guess think is a verb so it’s something you would do. I think a lot. I don’t talk very much so i guess when I’m not talking, I’m thinking. It’s fun i suppose. THink. Hmm. Okay I’m thinking right now that this is harder than I thought it would be.
I don’t. I might just do something. It usually doesn’t really matter what, but the thing is, everyone has to. Do it that is. I might be runnig out of it.
Thinking can be a dangerous activity. Sometimes it fills one with joy and happiness with memories and daydreams and fantasies. But all too often it brings about a darker side of a person. Bringing up regrets, fears, anxieties, and faults that cause deep sadness within. Yet it is the one thing that defines us as a species. The one thing that has led to so much progress.
Think about all things that I like. My family, hobbies and my work.
Thinking is free because this it is more importante for peoples.
People have told me I think too much. But is that possible really? Especially when our world is in such a state that it needs everyone’s help and their thoughts to save it?
I just wish that you thought of me the same that I thinkk of you. You mean so much to me. You mean more to me than anyone else alive. Why don’t I mean that much to you. I can’t breath without you. I can’t think without you coming into my psyche. Why do you do this to me?
Think of all the places you’ve been, all the smells you’ve felt, all the colors you’ve drowned in. Think of the way the sun fell on your neck, think of the way the lavender-scented fields welled up in your throat. But most importantly, don’t think about any of it at all. Let your memory swell and recede as do the tides of the ocean, and don’t be sad when one day you can hardly remember what you did that day. Because you will remember how you felt.
The twelve sat and stared at their hands. One spoke up. One wondered why.
i am having a hard time just writing and not thinking about the word think! what in the world can I write about the word think. I spend a lot of time thinking each night before I fall asleep. I think about what I will do tomorrow and try to put a to do list together in my brain. I like to think about how my day will go, so that I can be as prepared as I possibly be for the day ahead.
you told me not to
you tricky bastards
anyway
he says “nothing”
i say,
“you can’t be thinking about NOTHING.”
he smiles
The irony of this i that i’m actually thinking of something to write about when it distinctly told me not to, but by talking about trying to thin of something without thinking, i guess i’m not thinking? Confusing i know, i’m a very confusing person.
You’d better think about what you’re about to do. This could have implications for the rest of your life. Don’t blow it. Don’t freeze up. Take some breaths. Clear your head. Then ACT!
I think this may become a tedious habit after a while. Because the first few times were an absolutely new experience, not I’ve already started coming on with an expectation of sorts. I know what I would write and I thought the goal was to be completely spontaneous.
It’s funny how it’s taken me all these years to figure out that the way we think isn’t necessarily the way everyone else thinks. Different perspectives and different ways of understanding things, it’s amazing. Imagine that, 7 billion different perspectives
I don’t know right now.
I really never did.
I just can’t think straight.
My buzzing thoughts are just white noise, each one fighting for attention.
I can’t concentrate.
I never have been able to.
I just don’t know.
If It really mattered, would I actually be able to think about it?
Probably not.
It never really mattered.
I just don’t know.
I think all the time. My mind is this non-stop ongoing conversation between myself and the lesser parts of me. It is a dialogue of overanalysing, of doubt, of joys and an endless onslaught of musings. The things I think of…sometimes I think I am too small to contain the big thoughts I have.
Newer generations seem to have a certain flaw: they no longer think. They are a mass of people who follow each other in circles. Nothing intelligent comes out of the masses. They just create “pop culture” and call it art when it’s practically the opposite. If they could use their brains they would see the horrendous state of the culture we are creating. And it’s not a good one.
I don’t know right now.
I really never did.
I just can’t think straight.
My buzzing thoughts are just white noise, each one fighting for attention.
I can’t concentrate.
I never have been able to.
I just don’t know.