Think the right way, my boy!
Thinking: an art, according to some and an array of burning trees for others. Thinking is hard these days. One cannot simply think to think; one has to think to impress, to please, to displease, to converse and to make oneself seen.
Over the past year, thinking has become so much tougher for me. My two-years-younger-self would be the first to jump on the bandwagon of saying things for the sake of saying them, without any second thought and any will to question myself.
Times were simpler. I talked and thought with only the skin of my face as filter. Recently, I have learned that not everything I think of deserves the time and attention of the world. What’s most disheartening is that I’ve learned that not everything I think is right for me to think of in the first place.
See, there is always this sense of fearlessness in young children who dare to let their minds go astray. I have rarely faced a situation in my early years when I would deliberately suppress the freewill of my mind.
Wherever my Mind went, I went along.
Big mistake, my boy! These days one thinks twice before thinking about thinking (make that make sense). The extent to which we choose to insert filters between ourselves, what we think and what we actually end up sharing to the world is quite absurd.
I was recently watching a video published my Matt D’Avella who is one of my gurus when it comes to the overly sensationalized and bitterly accurate world of productivity. As one does, I watched it at 12am, the time when my mind seems to light up and turn into a well-oiled W16 quad-turbo like it’s an engine from Bugatti.
What stroke me was that everybody seemed to think that a successful internet VIP like Matt would imperatively need to surround himself with an army of marketing strategists, of producers, of camera guys like Sharpey Evans in High Scool Musical. Then I thought to myself: “ Didn’t they make it to the Earth’s core with only a crew of 6 in the movie The Core?”
My point is that what we think is sometimes the fruit of an intrinsic, close-to-magical connection that we have grown and nurtured between ourselves and the concepts invented by the human race.
We like to think that we think like the World.
In the end, my thoughts are only mine to behold and no one’s to peruse. I am a firm believer that whatever it is that we think, that we dare let our minds go to, is worth our time and every bit of our attention. It’s time we get over censoring bits of ourselves to fit into the mould of the World. The world is round, but there is more to it than geometrical individuals. Think, people! For it’s your right!
