Thoughts

Thinking has been an eternal part of my life. Give me a needle i start thinking, give my anything at all.

The way things work, i know, but i don't absorb. Why do things work the way they work? Its easy to ask questions, as always it's meant to be answered, well how can it be?

They just don't have any explanation. I keep wondering about life. The way it is, the way it goes, the way it works. I wonder at my feelings, I wonder why i am like this. I wonder how did i be what i am.

I am proud of what i am, i am also sad of what i am. I think before i do anything. Still i make mistakes. I calculate and predict things related to me. I live on a thought process. I would be blinded without them. My eyes just lay the foundation so that i think further. I have no limits. Its pointless creating boundaries in open spaces, but its dangerous if you can't control. The mind can put the belief in you of something that you are not, which is hard at times.

An essential part of life is to harden yourself. Being too sensitive, weak can make your life miserable. My thoughts have put me into trouble. The way I speak even though I take care, have had mixed reactions and feelings from others. I have hated my thoughts. I always do. But i love them. It is my personality, it is me.

Some have admired the way I think, the same have let me down. Some have overlooked my thoughts, the same have attended to it.

Its apparently strange. As I said thats how things work.

They just don't have a pattern.

No proper pathway.

No way to guess.

No way to predict.

Its just random.

Things which cannot be explained - "Thats how things work"

The sentence is to comfort ourselves.