Thinking About Thought Cont.

Everyone in the world gets to where they are by thought. Their place in the world is decided by how they have made their thought work for them. But what powers thought? What makes us decide to think? How do all of us think? What I want to know is where thought derives from. In the process of thinking about this, I came upon the idea that thought derives from decision, and that where somebody starts out from affects where they end up through decision. Why the people in our world are so diverse, is because of where they started out from, and what their upbringing was like. The things that they are shown and taught as children virtually determine who they are in the future. When people are children they absorb information, and through decision they will become who they turned out to be. Now with this information you might assume that if all children were brought up exactly the same, they will ultimately become the same people. I don’t think that this is true because of the factor of human intellect. As people grow, their intelligence becomes more apparent in their decisions. They aren’t just ignorant in their decision making process. In the teenage years, that process is added to and becomes more complex. Before, all that in that decision making process all that was taken into consideration was which choice sounded better in words. Kids don’t think things through to the extent of true comprehension of the matter. To be able to make a truly perfect decision is impossible because of the fact that it is impossible to know the outcome. What decision making is, is being faced with a problem then taking prior knowledge to predict the outcome of each choice. That is the absolute basic way to problem solve. But within that format can be multiplicities of complex strategies which over time are accumulated through execution and error in the mind. Universal accumulation however is non-existent because of the intelligence factor. Individuals with advanced thinking skills are the people who develop these skills. And those who do not, often end up with minimum wage jobs and very unhappy with life. What I mean by execution and error is basically the method of trial and error. A person has to make wrong decisions in order to make correct decisions later in life, hence the error part of the phrase. The execution part means that a person has to make some form of right decision in order to know what one is, and how to achieve one. Over time strategies develop from the combination of the two. Execution coupled with error is the basic way of accumulating these strategies.

These problem solving strategies that I keep talking about have been left unsaid. This however has a purpose. I, being a fourteen year old, highly mullifiable, and highly loquacious person have not yet made enough decisions to have come up with many strategies. So now you ask how many forks in the road do you have to come to in order to have these problem solving procedures embedded into your mind. Well, there we see the intelligence factor again come into play. It is (as redundant as this is) impossible to tell. The numbers could range from hundreds to millions of decisions or problems. So far what I have learned are the basics. Look at all of the components that rest on each option. What is going to happen to them if I choose one, and don’t choose the other and vice versa. Which one would benefit me more. Which one would set me in a better place for my next decision. All that I have focused on are the things that are changed by my decision. I know that once I grow I will have learned more about all of things that I know, and I will be able to amend them into more efficient strategies. But for now, I remain a child.

So the fact that decisions drive thought is the very reason why our world is so diverse. That, and where each person starts out from help shape our world into a multilateral society, which is able to grow and flourish with time. But the question that still lurks, what is beneath thought? How do you find that out, because once you think of why your thinking, then there is something new behind your thought. That something new automatically replaces what you just thought of, so all of your time spent thinking of why drives thought is wasted because it changes. So why did I even spend the time to write this? I did it so that I can continue my search for what really drives thought. There has to be some way that you can stop that process of change from happening, and that is what I plan on doing. What am I going to do with that information after I find it is pointless to anybody but me. I have found what really makes me work, and I will be satisfied with my discovery. But for now, I am just a child.

Unseen Gravity

Gravity, the force that draws two objects together that is dependant upon mass, and the distance from one another. That is the definition for gravity that is universally accepted by physicists throughout the whole world. What else is there that attracts us to things? There has to be more to gravity than just that one force.

If one decides to stand outside and observe the entrance of Cresthill Middle School between say 7:30 and 7:45, they would notice how all of these kids that are flooding the doors in order to get inside. What attracts them to the school? The school has unseen gravity is completely unnoticed by all who go attend it. But what is this gravity? What is the thing that attracts us to this school.

It is for some, opportunity. For others, obligation.

The kids who actually feel like cultivating the plentiful crop that is their future, look at school as the opportunity for success. School for them is the tool that they will use to grow their crops and make them as beautiful and fulfilling as possible. Opportunity is their gravity.

And for the kids who look at school as menial and mundane, the unseen gravity that attracts them to this building is obligation. They don’t feel like school is worth anything, and therefore the only reason they attend classes at Cresthill, is to extinguish the few remaining days of their lives they will spend trying make a foundation for their lives. What is the difference between them, and the over achievers who strive to get all A’s in work habits grades even though those grades don’t matter? The explination is simply the fact that these kids are only able to see what is going on at only one moment in their lives. They cannot, and most likely will not be able to look into the future, and see how what they do now is really what establishes who they are in the future. These are the kids that do their homework during homeroom or lunch, because talking on myspace seemed more alluring to them. Their excuse is that middle school doesn’t matter, and they will act serious about their education when they go into high school. Those are the words of ignorance. What they haven’t come to realize yet, is that it is almost impossible to change their whole entire study habits once they are in the next grade ahead. Sadly for this type of kid, obligation will forever be their gravity, which is sad for an individual who has so much potential for success. If they only could see that middle school might be demeaning in the simple elementary meaning, but what it really is, is a chance in life. Middle school is the very thing that institutes a future, because it is the first step in independance.

To determine who you are you have to determine what your gravity is to your most influential establishment. What is your reasoning for showing up every day to something that your first percieve as menial and mundane? You have to know the reason why you keep coming back, in order for you to rationalize why you live.

I Measure My Life By…

The amount of times I open a new tooth paste container and screw off the cap without any access tooth paste holding it back. The cap spins smoothly and clean. I love that feeling.

Every time I hear some neophyte employee at a diner drop a someone’s breakfast.

Whenever a girl that I have no chance with winks at me when I walk past her somewhere. That totally makes my day.

The number of times that I have to say I’m sorry to my brother.

However many times I have to empty out my bank account and max out my credit cards to make my child happy.

The number of times I am allowed to call my parents by their first names in big crowds.

How many times I end up searching the word truth on google to find what is real and what is a fabrication of the mind.

The number of times my family actually sits down together at the dinner table. The last time was Easter dinner of 2005.

The number of tests that I get back that I flunked.

Every time that I end up on this specific bench in a park in London that faces a statue of a boy and his dog. I seem to always find myself sitting on it every time I visit the park. I don’t usually notice that it is my bench until I look up and find my eyes staring at the boy and his dog. The boy has on a rain jacket, and rain hat. He and his dog are splashing in the translucent puddles. It is like I visit that bench for every stage of my life. As a baby, toddler, unruly child, and a teenager. That bench and the statue have become a part of me, and my life.

Each time that I down a pound hamburger at Cheeseburger Cheeseburger.

The amount of times that I mess up in life and my mom has totally got my back with an excuse to bail me out.

The amount of substitute teachers that I force to retire a year.

Every time that I forget my brother’s birthday.