When I was young, in fact for as long as I remember, my father would tell me to think. He once said he was going to fill my room with notes that just said "THINK!".
I never understood what he meant, or why he was so frustrated. Until I grew up and realised that without even meaning to, I took his advice.
I think about everything. All the time. And I say the weirdest things out loud because of it. Life is exciting and terrifying and wonderful. There is so much to think about. But with thinking comes questions, and less often, answers. Sadly, my dad is not around to witness me come to the conclusion that he was on to something, and I wish he was still here. I would like to clarify that I'm doing it right (thinking, that is) and that his intentions were for me to figure things out for myself, learn, and build my own opinions, without being so opinionated that I won't be proven wrong.
The problem with the way my brain seems to be these days is I think too much! So, I've decided to share the love, and the thoughts, with the void that is the internet.
Enjoy!
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