Thoughts

I read a psychiatry article yesterday about self-deception. Unfortunately it didn’t define what it meant by the word and it made everything sound like self-deception: hope and hopelessness, self-confidence and self-worthlessness, tomayto and tomahto.

It seemed like everything we told ourselves was a lie and that thoughts were self-deceit. If we didn’t have thoughts, perhaps there’d be no joy and no suffering… and no meaning, but we wouldn’t care about the lack of meaning. IF humans are the main creature with thoughts such as ours, then perhaps without them, we’d live our lives as any other animal or even a simpler organism like a bacterium, following biological cues and base instincts, just doing, just being as we are. And whatever happens just happens and we’d have no qualms with that.

But we have thoughts that shape our perspectives and we have desires for meaning and other things seemingly beyond base instincts. And with that comes dualities like joy and suffering.

Life could have been any other way, but it’s the way that it is, and I think that’s okay.