To Think or Not to Think?

Ok, so have you realized that must times I ramble?  I mean I can ramble on for hours.  I think it depends on which circle of people you ask.  To some I'm just as scattered as a crazy person off their meds & to others, I might be a philosopher.  I'd like to think of myself as the latter. Not because it sounds cool, but for what it stands for, what it means.  To me being a philosopher means, questioning the "norm". It means, even evaluating the use of words like "normal" & "crazy".  To me it means being a free thinker.  It means being a person who can evaluate life on a conscious and sub-conscious level.  It means being a person who can comprehend what the books say, but also understand and read the realms of eternity, immortality just as clearly.  It’s the eternal quest, thirst for knowledge that draws me to philosophy.  I am humbled by the things I will never know. I search for those “unknown” things, even when I know they’re impossible to discover.  I do it in for the sake of helping to evolve humanity and its society into the sense of Utopia we can only dream about at this age of humanity. 

I think when I was younger I felt “ashamed” of who I was.  I’m sure I became a recluse, because the topics I wanted to discuss, the things I wanted to explore were not the average things people my age talked about.  Most times I felt like Michael J Fox in “Teen Wolf”.  Here I am with this secret, secret that may change the world around me, my friends and families view of me, so I have to hide it.  I have to hide who I truly am, because of the fear I had.  I was afraid to tell the people who should have understood me the most, the people who should have in theory been the most supportive or encouraging, that I like to “think” outside the box.  My heart & mind, wanted to scream it from the mountain top, but my current surroundings, reminded me that I lived in a valley.  A valley full of people who were so consumed with going in circles, that they wouldn’t even notice a “box” in or out side of it.  So I sat at the edge of the circle and peered at the box as often as I could.  I was lost.  I knew I wanted to “think” outside of the box, but living in a community of people who ran around in circles; there wasn’t anyone there to show me how to approach the “box”

 Looking back, I realize how easy it is to crush someone’s dreams.  Gosh, oh gosh.  How many people have ideas, desires, and awesome dreams only to watch them fizzle away, because no one to help them realize it, believe in it or encourage them.  Or maybe it’s the complete opposite there are people in your life who drain you emotionally and physically of the point that dreams, turn into despair.

I think I’m rambling again, I’ve lost my point.  What I was trying to get to is…….It’s never too late to DREAM!  Your dream never ever dies!  It’s just waiting on you to set it free.  Fly dream, fly!!

Until Next Time, Love Someone