I think about a person who thinks
And all he thinks about is thoughts.
I think therefore I am
Cogito ergo sum
I think about this a lot.
In fact, I think a lot
Sometimes it frustrates me
That I wish I would stop thinking
But it would cease my existence.
I doubt therefore I think, I think therefore I am.
Dubito ergo cogito ergo sum.
Thinking is what makes us human.
The internal monologue haunts me like an author in my head;
Describing my movements and explaining my decisions.
A constant connection between my body and my brain.
Sometimes I also ponder why I think.
My thoughts are just continuous questions
All I think about are only thoughts,
and these thoughts are just questioning.
I question many things.
I question what colors the sky paints the ocean.
I wonder what put the breeze into motion
but I never dare to ask.
Ask the universe.
However, if I ask, I would then know,
What would I be thinking about after?
Nothing.
Does my curiosity make me think?
Maybe I enjoy thinking
Wondering while wandering.
What should I do with the vastness of my mind?
It cannot be just some blank
Therefore I continue to think.
I can think about not thinking
Maybe that is the closest to peace.
thinking
about
not
thinking.
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