The easiest way to explain it, my brain hates being restless. Just like the high you get after stepping off the cross trainer forty five minutes later, my brain is addicted to the surge of goodness it recieves when I work it hard.
I call it strength training: Pushing my brain boundaries, trying to think beyond my norm. None of that "If a tree falls and nobody hears it, did it really make a sound?" bullshit - that stuff is purely personal opinion. There is no sure answer, and I dislike that = I crave evidence. I want to dive into the hard yards; What's at the end of the universe? Et cetera, et cetera. Stuff that us earthlings will never know, but we'll most likely spend a huge amount of our existance attempting to either ignore (superficial bitches) or answer (brainy geniuses).
I can't figure out if I'm stupid for craving such thinking.
I know I will never discover the answer, so why over-analyse and expand these thoughts?
OR Why prevent mental growth purely because there is no productive result?
Am I wasting time thinking, or am I wasting time not thinking?
Ophelia
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