Thinking About Thinking

Sometimes when I'm in bed, trying to get to sleep, I think about thinking.

And now I'm thinking about thinking about thinking!!! That's confusing.

The interesting thing about thinking is we never stop doing it. Even when we're asleep we think, our thoughts just become dreams that often make no sense.

But some people don't like to think. Which is funny, because it's like not liking to breathe. It's something you're going to do whether you like it or not.

What I mean is, some people don't like to think deeply. Those people don't like to think about "what is the point of life? why are we here? is there such thing as true happiness?" and things like that. I guess some people think it's heavy or depressing, but I think it's just a part of life.

By the way, I think the point of life is to help and inspire other people, we are here because the universe just happened to form that way, and there is such thing as true happiness. And sometimes I really like thinking about these things. Just being calm, and wondering. And eventually drifting off to sleep.

There's a place in my school where I sometimes sit at lunch, between my old reading advisory, and my old humanities room, leaning against the door. And from there I can hear the chorus rehearsal. And it's nice to listen to it, think about life. Enjoy myself, even though I'm lonely, because I'm spending lunch alone. Not like that happens a lot any more. But still... sometimes it's nice. Just living. Just thinking.

Because no matter what happens, no matter who comes into your life or who leaves it, you'll always have yourself.