Chloe’s Weblog

Thoughts. Each in our own mind and each containing every random piece of information, feeling, and experience we attain in our every day. Looking across the room, I wonder if anyone else is thinking the same thing I’m thinking. In this world I wonder if anyone in this exact moment is experiencing this sheer joy of walking past a little bird. Instead of simply flying, she jumps from branch to branch, leaf to leaf in order to reach the other side of the tree. Thinking, that days are better spent enjoying every second, rather than waiting, focusing, and spending all energy into the perceived ending to come. Why not love and embrace the journey, rather than sit until you reach the destination? Thoughts. Your own narrative to your own world in your own mind to your own soul. What are you thinking? I wish I knew. I could people watch all day and be thoroughly and completely entertained. I love seeing how people act when they think no one is watching. Watching a bulky, athletic, 6’4 man look into the window of the pet store to see that little puppy and smile, because he secretly has a soft spot despite his gallant demeanor.  Watching a five-year-old boy drop little pieces of popcorn all over the carpet skeptically peek slightly to see if anyone saw him. Watching the irony of a woman walk out of a store with cigarettes and a lottery ticket and think nothing of it. Watching a homeless man with a sign saying “need money for food” go into a liquor store five minutes later. It’s funny experiencing these moments. You feel like although you may have seen something morally wrong, insignificant or futile, it doesn’t matter, because you have seen into the integrity of that other, anonymous, fellow human being’s soul. It is the beauty of the naked truth. It doesn’t matter what the circumstance, you just feel the prerogative you have just acquired leading you to feel some sort of omnipotence, some god-like quality, and the ability to have witnessed a raw and candid moment. I always wonder what it would be like if people’s true thoughts were shown outwardly. When you ask someone a simple question, “Do you want to go camping?” and they respond “yeah!”, but their face has this look between a mix of fear and repulsion, picturing the virtually unknown that nature surprises you with. People would be coerced to be honest simply because if they were not they would look absolutely ridiculous. Of course we as humans obtain thoughts that should never be said, and that no one should ever hear, but the concept is an interesting one. Thoughts that run through my head sometimes, such as.. “what if hands were claws…or if we had a hook…or if we had webbed fingers..haha.. how weird..” would really not identify with the person I am sitting nearby and they would most likely not be amused at all and in fact I’m embarrassed to even write this in my anonymous blog.   .“When you’ve been married a long time, you get to know what the other person thinks.” “No, you don’t.”  

Thoughts that run through my head when I do say them aloud tend to only make sense in my own mind anyway. That’s the beauty and power of thinking. It’s spontaneous. Sometimes unimportant, sometimes silly, sometimes life-changing. We’re unique beings. We each have our own identity, our own mind, our own power to create something beautiful and powerful by listening and flowing off of our own creative dreams and intellect. It amazes me. The mystery of what others are thinking is almost like a powerful thought itself. Knowing that the person next to you is thinking intently about something, someone, or somewhere. What are they picturing? What consists of the narration they are reading to themselves in this moment and how will it affect their story? Intrigued, mysterious, strange and unprecedented thought. “We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.”  

March 16, 2008
Categories: Irony, Life, Mystery, Optimism, People, Thought, Thoughts, Truth . . Author: meltawayinsummerair . Comments: Leave a comment