by postbox74

Dear Philosopher.

Dear Philosopher,

Sitting in the midst of the four corners that make up a bubble of rumination, I tend to overthink. Like the questions of the Cosmos weigh on my mind in the limited hours of fascination with my passion until I snap back into reality. I must admit though, that most times my mind weighs in on heavier questions that the human part of me searches answers to.

Don’t you think happiness is just on the surface? It could vanish like smoke the instant reality hits and all that’d remain would be a quill of questions smothered with the blood of your mind.

Lately, I’ve been trying to trace back the roots of inherent agony and suppressed pain. Isn’t that why we have emotions? The diabolic ones and those angelic that swim in my head. And I’ve discovered two sides. A broken side and a hidden one. But if my hidden side is sinister, then where does my benign self lie? And if my broken side is the one I wear, then why does it appear otherwise?

Maybe everyone sat in here is a little too broken and we’re all made up of agony and pain residing deep within. Don’t you think happiness is just on the surface? It could vanish like smoke the instant reality hits and all that’d remain would be a quill of questions smothered with the blood of your mind.

And so, when enigma overwhelms us, we find salvation in faith. But then again, the universe plays a trick on us. Nothing we ever do or learn seems satisfactory. Isn’t it? Either that, or we just don’t ever satisfy ourselves. We are diabolical, I told you, didn’t I? Maybe we incomplete ourselves, throw some aspirations away because we don’t believe we can build them. We’re so shallow and pained that we don’t allow ourselves to fall deep, even in love, even in passion, fearing it’d be ripped away.

Or maybe it’s a matter of mattering. Maybe some of us realise that we’re little specks, none of us matter. If a star were to disappear, I wouldn’t even notice and if I would, maybe you wouldn’t too. And so, we lie consumed in every thought, every conversation, every feeling. Expecting too much and breaking our own hearts because nothing stands the power to bring me pain until I give it the power to. And I do. Why? Because crushing my own expectations reminds me of reality and however bitter it might be, that’s where I live. We are all made up of agony and pain. Didn’t I tell you?

So, here I sit, like every other exasperated human, still hoping to find a four-leafed clover of happiness in the indulgence of my thoughts.

Yours Forever,
Overthinking Me.

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54 thoughts on “Dear Philosopher.”

  1. Well, aren’t we being trained to overthink? 😂 So yeah, this is very very relatable… And as for the writing, your words always spin metaphorical fairy tales! Just love it. ❤

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  14. Yes you are rightly said happiness is like a mist which can evaporate very sudden at times, that’s the part of life so no worries. Just enjoy the moment you are in, don’t think much about past & future too.

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  19. Wow….ur thoughts are very deep and so much to relate with. I surprised to read that kids of this generation even think so much…if really they do then I must say…there’s a change coming soon….much appreciate ur thoughts…keep writing , would love to read more of such kind👌👌👏

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  22. You have extraordinarily conveyed your emotions to the readers which is amazing to accomplish as a writer . When you are in sorrow, you should remember the joyous moments you have had in life before that point and stay comforted, This is my life’s philosophy😍

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