2nd Entry of Randomness

The same day and this is my second post of randomness during the Asean Youth Festival. Dying from exhaustion. I am publishing now in case I forget and delete them completely. No editing either. Interesting isn't it?

Randomness TWO

The short stories of live is never ending. They are always filled with excitement, entertainment and full of expressions. The idea of finding yourself is amazing and better still is the creation of self. I think God created us but we create ourselves through experiences. In HIS/ HER big scheme of life, nothing is certain. We are always in creation and creating ourselves. I would like to create myself and I think I have done so but that is a creation of my social experiences put together. But what about the creation of me? What am I when I don’t have that social experinece? What is me when I don’t experience the things I am experiencing now? I maybe dead. But isn’t being dead is also an experience? Isn’t it a creation to? The creation of death perhaps. The idea of creating me is amazing. Is there an initate me? In that case wouldn’t I be like everyone else? Maybe yes, Maybe no. I don’t know. Do you? I suppose not. I bet you don’t even understand what I am talking about. I don’t understand what I am talking about either but it does seem a lot of fun just talking in random motion. A movement of ideas that seems not relevant but very much relevant at times. Where am I going with all this talk, I don’t know. I know its rethoric but its impact is to make you think. You think philospohers do that? I feel like I am a philosopher right now. But am I really one? I don’t know. But philosophy is something that no one can explain. It makes sense and yet it does not. It goes in school and yet the big question is never answered. The idea is that philisophy is to make you think about the bug questions in life and yet never find the soultion to the question. The solution is somewhat left to the cosmic sphere. Everyone has a philisophy. The only difference between learning philospohy in school and having your own philosophy is that you are thought to think in the way astounding people think. But the thing is that you are actually thinking about ideas and questions that people have no answer to. You have the same questions and answer the only difference is that they choose to think abit different and you are not born in that period of time. I hope I am right and that I am not complimenting any insult to anyone. Forgive me if I do. But that’s life.

A random experiment

A tired day two weeks ago during Asean Youth Festival and I decide to just write and write without any agenda and this is what I came up with. No editing whatsoever

First Random Writing

It was a lonely passage and I was wondering what people actually do when they have nothing to do at all. The idea sounds stupid and even contradictory at times. But think about it for a second, what would you do when you have nothing to do at all? I am not talking about finding something to do when you are bored or going to bed etc. I am talking about your brain. What happens when you find yourself at a junction whereby your brain does not have a motive in what it is doing? There is no reason nor rhyme in what you are doing. It is not a routine act but a rather random one. You are not doing it because you want to do it but you are doing it because you just feel like doing it. I am not saying that your mind is not thinking. Your mind always thinking. It has to and it will. You are just a mechanism controlled by your mind which is doing something at every second of your life. That is what you are and that is how you function. The act of routine randomness is an art of life. Your brain chooses to act on an arranged randomness. For instance, I am now writing this out of mere stoning. I have no concrete plan to write. I am just tired and have begun writing. No agenda whatsoever. My sentences are constructed based on the sentence before. Sometimes I am just writing just like how I blabber when I am tired. The only difference is that I am typing it down. I do not intend to correct any mistakes in this piece. I am just writing. Like my journey in life I am writing and I have no idea where it will lead. I don’t even know if there is a thesis in my piece and whether I am coherent. I am just writing cause I am tired. Just tired and letting my mind do something which I don’t usually do. Its amazing I am thinking and yet not thinking in the way people do. I wonder if the idea of thinking is by itself a social construct? What it is? What if thinking has no direction? What if thinking is just some idiot whose brain is bored and decided to do something so it can develop? What if thinking is something that we don’t have to learn, we don’t have to be thought to think because we do that naturally. I wonder if the purpose of thinking is not to make you smart but to allow this unexplainable development to develop for no utter reason? Do I make sense? Do you understand the flow of my argument? I don’t know and I certainly don’t. I don’t even know what I have just written a couple of minutes ago. But that is thinking for me. It is something that sparks on and on till you grow mad realising that you will never ever find a solution to not thinking. I like thinking! Do you?