Definition of a thought: An idea or opinion produced by thinking, or occurring suddenly in the mind.
I think a lot
A lot of thoughts
Good ones bad ones
But thoughts are they not?
No good songs or bad songs
But only just songs
For thoughts are just songs
That play on for so long
I think this about that
I think that about this
I think this makes me look fat
And that makes me look thin
I think I am too bad
I think I’m gonna win
I’m tired of that
I’m tired again
I think I shall nap
I think I shall sit
I think I might snap
I think I’ll watch tv
I think if I do that
She will definitely see me
I think a lot
A lot of thoughts
I wonder what would happen
If I suddenly stopped
Would the people keep clapping
If the actors of the show were suddenly dropped
If I messed up your order, would you automatically
I must’ve forgot the character you are playing here
On this set
I must’ve forgot
I think a lot
I wonder if I am
Just a series of thoughts
When I’d get off of work
I’d say, “thank God I’m through”
And then continue to
Take off my costume
I thought and still think
I have no more to prove
That thought brought me to here
And right now, with you
Just an idea, a veil to look through
Life as you know it, who knew
How easily it can change with a change in the view
I thought and still think that I’ve thought this all through
The fact that I think that this thought, will do
“I feel very strongly that we are who we choose to be.”
“Assume the feeling of what and who you want to be, and that can only become reality.”
“Everywhere I look I see only my own desires.”
-Hari Dass Baba in “Remember Be Here Now” by Ram Dass
Thinking Out Loud
Another day to be grateful for.
I Share With You Some Random Memories Of Mine:
I remember all of the things I thought I was in the past. I remember thinking I was a horrible child. I was a very mischievous child lol. Not so much a horrible one. I think.
I remember thinking I was Legolas from Lord of the Rings as I jumped around outside with two sticks being waved all over the place slaying all of the orc invading our neighborhood.
Mrs. Davis was a teacher at our elementary school that happened to live down the street from us. I remember stealing one of her son’s toy shot guns straight out of their open garage. I wound up ratting myself out due to guilt and not thinking, but feeling and knowing I did wrong. When asked why I stole it I answered, “I wanted it.” Boy did I get a whooping.
I remember thinking basketball was the only sport there was when we were given our upward basketball brochures in first grade. I spent much more time outside than inside if you couldn’t tell.
I remember thinking how exciting I get to belong to a category where a group of fellow humans are labeled as a stereo type. How exciting that I get to choose what group to belong in and what clothes to wear to play the part I wish to play as I was advancing in my education. For it was cartoons, kids tv shows, movies, society, school and my environment I give credit to for teaching me how things were.
I remember thinking I was one of the coolest kids in Jr. High School because I carried a skate board around and wore Tony hawk brand name clothes. I remember getting to play every single game there was in Sports since Atkins Jr. High wasn’t one of the bigger, more popular schools to choose from. It was so much fun.
I remember going from playing the “Center” and “Defensive End” positions my first year playing football, to playing the “Full Back” and “Middle Linebacker” positions the second year. I remember getting to go tour “Texas Tech School of Engineering” for being one of the top 4 students in the school all based on reading and math test scores. I remember having so much fun and getting into so much trouble.
I was on the dog list in athletics every-single- day. In case you are unsure what the dog list is, it means after school you will be held late after sports practice to face the wrath of pain and destruction raining fire down on you by the coaches. It was I remember the make believe burden of pressure I felt upon myself as I did what I could to pass the Pre-AP Classes I was taking, (which was all of them) so I could make my parents some what proud.
I remember going into high school wanting to be the preppy guy who gets the pretty girls and the good grades. I remember my first time shopping at Hollister to dress like this idea, thinking I was in some kind of beach themed night club, or some kind of Californian cult. Reminded me of a show called, “The OC”. That was the last time I shopped at that store. (Not that there is anything wrong with it, just not my style.)
I remember thinking I was one of the hardest dudes that walked around Monterey High School because I wore south pole, oversized clothes, and ed hardy, listened to hip hop, went to project freshman year, drank every weekend, skipped class often, and started to play basketball with people who were to be considered my closest friends during the later grade school years of my life.
This era of my life contained some of the most valuable lessons I will forever be thankful for as well as the laughs I have looking back on the memories now.
Of course “lessons” is the view or idea I’d prefer to label the sad, hateful, guilty, and painful memories that I’ve stored from this part of my story. I remember missing more than half of my Junior year’s classes all just to sit in the Hastings parking lot to light up the greens.
This caused me to continue my high school education at an alternative school. I would have had to be in ISS everyday for my Senior year other wise. In case the hint is not coming across, and I know I can’t stand alone when I say this, I was not a fan of school.
I remember spending a lot of time in the 66-62nd St and ave U and P areas. I remember hanging out and drinking in a trapped out apartment with one of my closest friends with people constantly coming in and out. Some would stay some would go. That was the first time I learned the word, “tweaker”.
I remember thinking that my life wasn’t my own, but belonged to many other people who wanted to control it, tell me how to live it, and what paths to go down as if this life was not mine to experience.
I believe that thoughts literally create the person you are.
Don’t Think You Are, Know You Are
I remember the day I decided that I had to change my thinking. The day I realized my thoughts were paving the road on the different paths I chose to take. So many choices we have in front of us, but most of us would rather walk down someone else’s path instead of laying out their own. I used to be one of those ideas.
I thought I wasn’t good enough to create my own path, my own fate, my own goals, my own ideas. I would think up excuses on why I am limited to start building the door that doesn’t exist for me to open. Excuses that rose out of fear.
Because we are able to decide and make the choice to change the veil we look through to see what we call “reality”, I believe that “choice” is one of our greatest gifts that was given to us.
Absolute will power.
From the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep, you are deciding how the day is going. You are deciding how you are reacting to waking up, getting ready, eating, driving somewhere, and some of us don’t even realize it.
There are so many times that I’ve let something offend me without even knowing I let myself think that way. It just happens. Once I become aware, I am able to think myself out of feeling offensive because it is only hurting myself and my environment.
Think about it.
“Whether you think you can or you can’t, you’re right.”
“If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at will change.”
“Nothing is external, Everything is internal.”
“If ye only had faith, ye could move mountains.”
-Jesus from Matthew 17:20
“I AM MY ENVIRONMENT.”
What are your thoughts, agreements, disagreements?
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I am, As you are.