To free my mind, I want to be alone in the loathing city this evening. avoiding the usual chatter with my close ones. I look for a non-familiar restaurant in the supposedly-intellectual-part-of-town. I sit outside in the soothing wind, take out my addicting novel, order a cold beer, and start thinking.
I've been thinking a lot lately. This thinking process differs a great deal from my past sessions, because now, I'm thinking of what to think.
I'm trying to break my thought patterns because some of them might be constructed wrong from the start. I might not be caring about the things that I make myself believe that I do. When these wrong beliefs/patterns mess with me subconsciously, they end up making me uneasy on a conscious level. So, at regular intervals, I elaborate on my mind-map to see how much of my vision is blurred by biasses.
It's obvious... Within this era, people are very successfully manipulated to think what is in the best interest of mass-manipulators. Some people think of career, some think of relationships, some think of growing plants, some think of politics, some think of their hobbies, some think of their families, some think of building a family... etc. Used to depend a lot on roots and upbringing... Now it mostly depends on what globalization puts on the table as food for thought. Oh, and, there lies a very tiny fraction of thoughts in your head that is only inspired by who you are, if that is of any comfort to you. Today, I'm trying to get to that part.
To do that, I have to identify and eliminate what I was taught to think and what I'm encouraged to think.
It's relatively easy to see the effects of my home-country on my values/character/focus points rather than the effects of globalization which is forming a common denominator for each society. So it's easier to detest the prior.
Well, there I am, twisting my efforts of questioning my mind-share to end up in a familiar topic like my relation with my home-country... So much for a free mind...
So, I challenge myself with a new approach to solve my problem: I don't force myself to nibble my food for thought. I open up my addicting book and let intuition lead the way into my subconscious, and I taste the essence of my mind all along the meal.
