The Power of Place
05/29/2020
The Power of Thinking
Round and Round We Go
“The unexamined life is not worth living”
— Socrates
Your thinking spot, an atmosphere of serenity, where your thoughts mingle and thrive. Where my thoughts find their way in a mental asylum of discourse to be relinquished of their worth and reduced to an idea (the novice stage of a thought) resuming the cycle of thoughts, thinking. When I need to alleviate my mind of the thoughts; suppress the ongoing cacophony in my brain I seek my spinning chair in which I can let the birds fly. What is the average office business chair, used for the leisure sit down and dawdle on the computer, turns into an abode in which my thoughts can be safely regarded. A key, in which unlocks the floodgates. Given to me as a gift, to furnish my empty bedroom, alongside a desk supposed to be used for the purpose of studying, this spinning chair and me have been through a lot of turns physically, and emotionally. Through these rounds in the chair, scanning the current being of my life and my room, the spinning chair has always been there.
Most of my thinking done about my troubles in life are done in the inanimate moments of my life. Points in time were I would rather be occupied with something other than what I am presently doing. Though the moments in which I find myself in my chair are rather generic ones; times which I have asses that I have nothing to do, and I saunter over to my spinning chair. Other times I find myself to be tired, and in my rotation of things to sit on in my room I decided to sit on my chair. Whenever I sit on my chair in such a fashion I am in this state of quiescence and serenity where my mind is free to think, of anything. On some occasions I would be preoccupied with an issue, that I would delve into that area of discussion. Though, other times I purpose myself a prompt in which to ponder about for a couple of minutes, insight of expanding on what I know through logic. As I spin around in my chair I am surrounded by memories, objects that hold deeper meanings besides their nonchalant facade. I turn to my poster that I made as a third grader, piecing together photos taken in the earlier stages in my childhood. I see an ecstatic toddler running towards his father in a long and thick grass field; a photo taken capturing the child running, but a memory relaying the full ‘picture’ behind the photo. I find that throughout our busy lives we tend to be focused on what is ahead of us rather than why. Asking the question “why” will never lead you to a truly definite answer; for example, if you learn someone’s reasoning for doing something, that statement can always be probed by “why” further and further to the point the discussion could end up becoming meaningless.
In our monotonous day to day lives, it is important to wonder, and spur the lead to self development. Having this thinking place allows me to do so. Though I may ask the important question “why” at seldom I find that the way that I think is impacted gradually by taking time to explore and sort through my thoughts.
Not being able to answer a question leaves us to wonder, and the reason we wonder is so that we think.
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