Thoughts are constantly swarming my mind, be them good or bad. Plato said that it was good to think, to logically think and think about a decision before you make it, and it is these thought processes that allow people to become experts at making decisions. For Plato, this is the end goal – that’s what philosophers are, I suppose, thought machines. Once a person becomes an expert in logical thinking, they will make good decisions. But I’m not so sure about this. It is because I think on overdrive that I have bad thoughts, that even when I’m supposed to be happy, I’m not because I can always perceive the possibility of the happiness deteriorating. I find that on the rare occasions my mind isn’t on overdrive, I can appreciate the many beautiful and good things in life – that for a second, things don’t seem so bad. I can’t decide whether thoughts are a useful mechanism, as Plato proposes, or a mere plague inside my head, a prison of my own-making. Surely if they’re my thoughts I should be able to control and redirect them onto something positive? But it’s not as easy as that, because otherwise I’d be able to escape from the never-ending, overbearing thought processes that control and dictate everything I do and, I fear, ultimately may cause me to live the kind of life I dread – one racked with anxious, paranoid thoughts.
Letters become words
and words become sentences
and sentences jump off the page and become thoughts;
these thoughts plague us from being our best selves,
for if we were to stop for a second
and remember that thoughts started out as sentences,
which started as words,
which were made from letters
maybe we wouldn’t take them so seriously.
For what thoughts have been constructed by letters,
may also be deconstructed back into the mis-match disarray of nonsensical phonetics.