It’s crazy to think about thinking about someone.
We think about so many scenarios, moments, and exchanges of words. Knowing that they will never know, knowing they can’t hear the very nonsense we are thinking of in the middle of the day.
Dreaming. Thinking. Wishing.
Our own oasis. Away from everyone. Alone.
As people we want so desperately to know what people think of us because we spend so much of our own personal time thinking so much about so many.
I find myself wanting to jump into so many mundane moments with people I find myself being so intrigued by, who doesn’t love a good mystery?
I use to spend so much time overthinking — if someone liked me, if i reacted the right way, if I was seen as funny or likeable, if people understood what I meant by what I said; allowing myself to spiral out of control until I was no longer the one whose hands were on the wheel.
I was so cautious; filtered.
I use to overthink. And then I remembered that we are all human. Not everyone will like us or even perceive us well but that keeps us humble. We aren’t meant to be adored by many, but we are meant to be adored and loved deeply by few.
I use to overthink to where I lacked so much self-love. Now, I find peace in knowing that my own overthinking stems from a long past filled with miscommunication and anger. Ultimately, I choose what I think.
I later found myself having to accept that I just won’t ever know. And that too can remain a mystery.
Thinking is a beautiful thing, our mind can take us to so many made up moments, conversations, and places. The ultimate form of creativity. Dreaming has always been one of my favorite wonders of this life. A mystery we experience daily.
I love how we can think about someone and them never know. Dream and it never be real. What a gift it really is. To just think and not always have to express. To dream and not always have experienced.
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Amy Rose
