Thoughts can be dangerous. I should know. They’ve done something to me that no other human being has managed to do. Destroyed my resolve, made me question all of my strongest beliefs and ideas, had me second guessing at what I really wanted to do. Sometimes, I sit there in a form of mild catatonia, wandering how a mere thought has done this to me and I come up with no satisfactory answers.
See, what you have to tell yourself is that thoughts are no different to polluting an ocean with blood.
Sharks will swarm.
I guess we are a naive and ignorant race. We do not realise how something so small or seemingly insignificant can destroy us… I read a blog recently, and the girl was comparing the similarities between something as innocent and beautiful as wanderlust with something as malignant and obscene as cancer… This really got me thinking. The more that I read, the more that she fought the case for these small things people generally tended to overlook, and I marvelled at how a thought could also fit into this category.
Humans naturally enjoy boasting and swaggering, it kinda comes with the territory when you find yourself at the top of the food chain. But what also comes with the territory is the ignorance to things that we deem inferior to ourselves. What we’re essentially doing is giving these things the advantage. We are allowing them to charge at us with their battle-axes raised high while we stand on the edge of a cliff, blindfolded.
What I’m trying to say is… No, I have no idea what I’m trying to say, but I’m sure it’s something along the lines of awareness. The ability to accept that something seemingly inferior is just as efficient a killer as a man holding a chainsaw. Take off your blindfold, some people don’t even know they’re wearing one until it is too late.