Part Time Philosopher

The Double Edged Sword: Overthinking             Overthinking is a blessing and a curse altogether, one moment you thought that everything is fine but the moment you think about it too much then things goes downhill Fast. For an example when people walk we just do it, BUT when we think too much about how our posture be like, what should our hands do, how far apart should our legs be, some of us (me included) become confused, and start to walk weirdly after being conscious about our actions. Overthinking is something that is very disturbing by nature, it makes us think deeply on many things which are not always essential for our daily life. It may be very confusing, but when it is processed well it becomes a good idea or even solution to a certain problem.             I do think that I can become a over-thinker and once I start overthinking, there is no going back to not think about that certain topic until I distract myself or finish that idea. My experience in overthin

Actions and Emotions             Sometimes I wonder why people are so impressed by the action of someone that seems kind, nice, and attentive. I do get bothered when people tell me like so, they are fascinated by those certain actions which in my opinion is very normal, and is the most logical thing to do in that certain situation. W hen I simply asked one of my friends a question like “are you okay?” they showed a happy face and were surprised by my question. On the other side, I just did it because of spontaneity without second thought at all. They said I’m nice and I said that I was just normal and isn’t that how people should act in the first place? I still do think that good behaviour is  needed and is not extraordinary at all, it is just how things should be.             Emotions were a big part in making my every decision, either it was for something important or something as trivial as waking up.  Good moods were one of the things that made me up and running full of the

If Life Was A Book Then, Even My Death Would Be beautiful             Just like a book, life starts with a beginning. As the infant cries their eyes out for the first time after being pushed out from its mother’s womb, the journey begins as it matures. Everything that will happen shall be written on the blank white piece of paper, all of my success and glory, all of the fails and moments where I have been rock bottom in my short life. People would never know how good my book will be until it’s finished, there’d be many plot twists, many scenarios where I start to delve deep into the dark abyss of my own thoughts at random places. Sometimes it does be like that, for no good reason my thoughts just wander off somewhere at 3am in the morning when I’m going to face my finals.              If there would be someone who could read minds, then I would be their biggest case…. or their simplest case ever. Sometimes I wonder if I overcomplicate some things and make little stuff explo