To think or not to think?

I think, that people are ‘divided’ into two categories in their lives. The ones that think and the others that don’t. The main difference between these two categories of people is that they experience what we call ‘life’ in a very unequal way.

The ‘non-thinkers’ – without this term being an alternative for stupidity – are so much better off. They go through life accepting what is given to them, unable to recognize how the world really works and seemingly as if their way is smoothed out by an imaginary pavement of thick foam. They don’t want to change anything and they are pretty content with everything around them. Their appearance, their social status, their country, their religion, their boss and even their relationships with other people. Everything is just ‘easy.’ I cannot elaborate anymore on this since I honestly am not aware of how they do it. I think that they are born this way and their lifestyle is not a conscious decision but rather a ‘natural’ one.

On the other side there are the ‘thinkers’ – again the term not being a definition of intelligence or excellence in any way (and in my opinion people in this category are losers). Life for the ‘thinkers’ is a trap. In this trap, you can only expect pain, misery and a general sense of waste. Although their sense and their sensibility are evolved enough to appreciate many things in this world, this quality of theirs haunts them forever. They mostly grasp things that need change. Their lives are full of problematic relationships, troubles, dilemmas and dragging; and all this not because they carry some obscure ‘curse,’ but rather because they can actually ‘see’ the reality of things.

If I could use a metaphor to sort of roughly describe these lives, it would be the moon phases. Once a month there is a dazzling shine and that shine is truly beautiful, but the rest of the nights are gray and then dark and then even darker. It’s like a cycle that allows for hope but then hope and all the dreams that accompany it are snatched away. “Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torments of man,” as F. Nietzsche said. Things are eternally recurring, only our memories are too short to realize that events recur within the span of our conscious life. If that is not the most terrible idea possible! An image of endless suffering.

So, where am I going with this? Well, I want to say that even though ‘thinkers’ are sometimes a true value in society, I completely understand why they need to kiss this world goodbye earlier than whatever-takes-care-of-these-things willed. I understand why disappointments that hit them make them so miserable and frustrated and disillusioned about this world that they choose to leave it. I do not advocate someone killing themselves (although I do believe some people should not exist) but I certainly understand it and this is what I want to state.

Note: I am not bipolar, I do not take any depression medication, and I don’t plan to suicide (for the next month or so).