Being a Thinker
... in between Thought and Truth ...
To,
my best friend and love of my life…
I fancy thinking of myself As a thinker- A thinker not too concerned ‘Bout how you’re doin’, or the gloomy weather. Something I seek is more profound. To know why you feel as you do- Not just to nod when you say, “It’s too much- this life.” Life is too much, I know, But why do we only see Life’s darkest trails, And deny the clearings Where the sunlight, as a blessing, Falls upon our tiny, thinking heads, Purging us of pity and sorrow? I want not to know what You plan for this weekend, But what you’ll do As life moves towards its end. I want to know your deepest fears, And all the reasons why you think You fail to overcome them- Why you fail to act At that precise moment When you face them. I want to know why! Why- about everything We believe to be true. Why do we think it’s truth And not merely perception, Or worse- superstition? I want to challenge the beliefs We’ve built and clung to, So we can tear apart these layers Of deceptive masks we wear. I fancy myself a thinker- One who also seeks The Ultimate Truth, The reality hidden from us By our own ignorance. I wonder whether thought Itself can uncover it- Not dismantle, but deconstruct it. That which made us -this body, this mind- Which gave us The power to think… Could that which birthed the thought Be unveiled by a mere thought?
With all my love,
…thinker ♥️


This hit me at the perfect time definitely needed to read it today. Thank you for writing this