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?