Thoughts

Why are we frightened of our thoughts? Why are we intensely bothered whenever novel thoughts pierce our head and threaten to rock the boat? Yes, we are afraid of thought. What we do everyday isn’t called thinking; it’s a repetition of what’s been done, over and over again. Basically the big Circle of Life is us repeating the same thoughts, or at least thought patterns, of whoever came before us. We’re afraid to think for ourselves. Maybe its this deep rooted, innate fear concealed deep within the wells of our souls that reminds us that those who “thought” did not live a good ol’ peaceful life, and lived long enough to see their children get married and meet their grandchildren.Oh no, if you “think”, then you are rebellious and maybe even radical. You could be a noble person and think about ways to support human rights and freedom, and when you do something about it, you end up either shot, or locked in a building on fire, or some other horrible ending in which people try to force an ending to your thinking. Malcolm X was (and may as well still be) one of the most outstanding Black Nationalist and supporters of independence (By any means necessary- now that’s a saying!). He thought, and acted on those thoughts, and was shot to death at the age of 39. Martin Luther King, one of the most momentous leaders in US history and in the history of non-violence. He was shot in the jaw. Mahatma Gandhi. John F. Kennedy. They all didn't make out too well. And we've decided we can go through life like mechanical robots programmed to go through mind-numbing days devoid of any sort of variation. We don’t need to think, because thought is destructive not only to the good people, but to the bad ones too. The ascend of Adolf Hitler to the pose of ruler (tyrant?) of Germany shows how this man’s frantic aspirations threw the world into the most horrible war in history. But he was a mastermind, yes, but worked on the other side. He didn’t end up too well either, and is probably still known as one of the most wicked men to have ever walked this earth, right along with Ivan the Terrible… That’s why we have no "giants" anymore. No giants who once walked this earth as great minds, who knew they would go down in history, and knew that their spirits would eternally thrive as gallant souls, living on in our repetition of their brave stories. But alas, we have no bad giants either. In which case, no great thinkers at all. The blood of all those giants has been shed on the pages of history so much we decided: hell no. I like my life just the way it is, thank you very much. And if ever we were lying on our own and on edge, unable to lose the image of astonishing things we want to get done, or if we are on the other side, having little hallucinations in our head of a new kind of evil that is essentially a plan to take over the world and make people give way to all our wishes: we simply just lay down our arms and surrender to our fear and say: what am I thinking?
Its like we have this mutual understanding that we should all just leave well enough alone. And then go on with in our little worlds in a universe filled with little worlds, and go on with our little lives in a world filled with little lives, and enjoy the way our little silly survival techniques help us forget that we are part of a bigger world, a world full strangers when it should be the other way around, in the perfect little house with the perfect little white fence, with a perfect little car and a perfect little child in the backseat not knowing what the future holds for him, but not caring either because he has already been programmed and predestined to follow in his family's footsteps... regardless of whether others like him are doing the same.