Thinking

A former teacher of mine once told me that I needed to think less about life and start living it.

But I like thinking.

I’d rather think about the reasons for and potential outcomes of an action before doing it. I’d rather scrutinize what’s commonly considered a successful life rather than just trying to obtain it.

I might have issues with overthinking, but I still prefer to think more than I do rather than do more than I think. This limits rash decisions and doing things because they’re seemingly what you’re just supposed to do.

That teacher might say, “I didn’t tell you to stop thinking entirely, merely to start living life more.” And then I’d start thinking by wondering what does it even mean to “live life?” Aside from already living life because it’s not like I’m dead, what does it really mean? To go out and do stuff? But then what stuff would that be? And why that stuff in particular? Is there such a thing as too much living life? Isn’t thinking a part of life? Isn’t the phrase “live/living life” redundant? I mean what else can you live?

Anyway, I’ll just keep living life in my head for now. If anyone needs me, they can knock, I guess. But not too hard; I don’t want a headache.