Empty shells
I was raised by a professor and a teacher. I went to an “elite” international school. I studied law and philosophy. I completely identified with what I believed was my ability to think.
Thinking was mandatory: no thinking, no result.
Everything needed an intellectual approach, by default.
But I was incredibly lucky to eventually find out that thinking about things does nothing. It is pointless. And instead of turning me into an incapable idiot as I feared, all it did was uncover peace.
It’s not like there’s nothing left to think about.
It’s that thinking doesn’t do anything and there’s no one in control of it anyway.
Thoughts are about an imaginary future or past, things not under control, or fictional separate agents. The body doesn’t function because of thinking. Interactions are smoother without thinking. Speaking, writing, and other pursuits only flow while ignoring thoughts. Pleasure and joy are ruined by thinking, as we all know …
Even planning, reasoning, calculating … do we have to think about them for them to happen?
Things happen and don’t happen despite voluminous thinking, just look around.
Thoughts are empty shells. And so is the thinker.
Where is this thinker we simply assume exists?
I can’t remember why I cared so much about thinking.
I prefer peace now.
