Stop Thinking, Start Being

Do you know how, when you repeat a word over and over again, it begins to sound strange? Today I was sitting and thinking heavily and at great lengths and depths when I started to feel odd. Soon I realized that it felt weird to sit and think repeatedly, to be consumed only with the act of thinking. I began to feel a little unsettled as my thoughts started sounding more and more strange, like the odd waving vibration you feel when two notes are almost in tune. It occurred to me, then, that I was on to something, that epiphany might make an appearance amidst the tangle of oddity and thought.

Eventually it did. I realized that thought itself is a removal from experience. It is an abstraction of occurrences and abstractions are intangible and do not contain the reality of truth, beauty or any other aspect; it only contains itself.

After this realization, I decided that I think too much. By thinking at great depths for long periods of time I am removing myself from experience, and this does not coincide with my personality:

I feel like I have a young soul. I feel a perpetual will and energy of unparalleled strength and vigor. I need motion and action. I am burning when still, and living in a fully engaged manner only partially quells my fire. Because of this, I am especially excited that in a few months I will be hiking for almost an entire cycle of the seasons. I will fill myself with life and burn comfortably in the immense simplicity of the wilderness. I can no longer feel content with "disinterested contemplation". I do not wish to be disinterested, I want to be perpetually engaged. I do not care for abstractions, I prefer reality. Why think about things when you can embody them? Why contemplate art when you could make it? Why think about sex when you could actually fuck?

Sometimes, I think my personal philosophy dictates that I forget about philosophy; that I need to stop thinking and start being.