If Thoughts came true

Imagine what would happen if your thoughts translated exactly into your actions.  What would become of you?  Why is there a difference between your thoughts and what you actually do?  What prevents your thoughts and behavior from being perfectly aligned?  What are you afraid of?  What do you fear?

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18 thoughts on “If Thoughts came true

  1. Good questions, but personally my thoughts and my behavior have been pretty well aligned all along my life – perhaps we do not see that until we age. I say with Edith Piaf ” non, je ne regrette rien “.

    • Thank you for your comment veraersilla. Yes, I am pretty sure our thoughts influence our directions and behavior and actions, but to what extent? This post (as most of my posts), is directed at myself…and the vast majority of people that I observe. I have listened to my thoughts often and they have resulted in joy, sorrow, successes, consequences….a mixed bag. But, I wonder where I would be if I listened to that inner voice in every instance. Some of my thoughts can be extreme.

  2. “To portray one thing to the world, and to be another thing in reality, is what makes one human rather than divine.”

    I wrote that last night . . .

  3. “Imagine what would happen if your thoughts translated exactly into your actions”

    Well, since the thoughts, feelings and attitudes that arise and disappear in my field of consciousness are in constant motion, I imagine I would be in a pretty chaotic situation. Except, that I already am. 😛

  4. If every thought translated into action…..there would be even more chaos in this world than already is…..coz we have thoughts according to moods and sometimes there are violent thoughts and agressive moods even in a non-violent person. Usually, it’s not converted to actions as better sense prevails.

  5. I’m glad that my thoughts do not translate into reality. I agree with the above comment regarding the fact that some, if not most, of out thoughts are reactions to our emotional states, desires, and so on.

    But there’s other reasons for this difference between inner and the outer reality. There’s only so much we can do with this body, there’s only so much we can build, achieve and create individually. We’re limited by the fact that we’re just humans in this limited bodies.

    Our minds on the other hand, or better still, our imagination knows no limits. It becomes hard for me when I start confusing reality with this imagination. Or, in other words, for example when I start desiring the things my imagination tells me are possible. I lose myself. I start thinking my life is rubbish, and that I’m not ok, that I’ve got to do this and that to become something else than what I already am or have. Or I go into somekind of Utopian fantasy that I can actually help the world become a better place, that I am special and so on. And this I’m afraid is a problem.

    This dreaming mind is a curious thing. I don’t think I’m in total control of it. It’s as if it has a mind of it’s own sometimes. This thinking and imaginative abilities in my opinion are tools that we can use in order to solve problems. But for us “Dreamers” and “Utopians” we like to dream, to fantasize, to create entire unreal scenarios in our heads don’t we?

    On the other hand it’s not good to not have an imagination, to silence this inner potential.
    We just got to find the right balance within. We got to be able to distinguish between what is skillful and what is delusion in our minds

    I’m more focused now in trying to develop my inner capacity for intuition, compassion and acceptance, rather than dive into my thinking and imaginative abilities again.

    Thank you

    • Perhaps the tensions between your imagination and what currently exists is what is important and makes you who you are. I don’t consider myself equipped with a great imagination. I do think I have a very critical mind and a strong power of observation.

      I grew up playing team sports the first half of my life. I know that humans working together can excel and do great things. But that is within the realm of a simple game with defined rules and easy to understand goals. I don’t think this idea can be easily extrapolated to 7 billion people when you talk about the grand concept of life and consider all the differences in religion, ethnicity, culture, language…I could go on.

      Both you and I know we have a dreaming instinct…and it is important for us to be aware of it juxtaposed to what is. I am not convinced we should shut it out to conform or to accept. I think this tension is good for you and I. The key is use that tension to motivate us to act in a constructive manner. Right now it has impelled me to write….despite the potential vanity associated with the blogging medium.

      I jumped over to your site…will get back soon. I see you like Steppenwolf:)

  6. I read a science fiction story once in which telepathy was the norm and there no longer was privacy of thought or imagination. It was a world where the ideas of the majority – what they thought you should be thinking – were the ruling class. If you thought otherwise THEY would know and you would be exiled or punished. As an aspiring creative being I need the privacy of inner thoughts and imagination. Much of my art derives from my inner thoughts and is expressed in paint or pencil. However, there is still much not expressed and these thoughts live only in my imagination, my own private world. The definition of sanity is connected to the ability to discriminate between imagination and acting out what we imagine….

    • Thank you Clinock for your comment. I understand your perspective. I think I have always had an instinct for action. I yearn for my energy to be applied for a purpose. Art is very appealing to me, but it is action of body and mind that has always given me the most satisfaction. This longing can probably be traced back to the first half of my life where I played sports. When I talk about thoughts…they are more critical in nature based on observations of what is. I revert back to an earlier post to explain…from the book “Steppenwolf” :

      “You have a picture of life within you, a faith, a challenge, and you were ready for deeds and sufferings and sacrifices, and then you became aware by degrees that the world asked no deeds and no sacrifices of you whatever, and that life is no poem of heroism with heroic parts to play and so on, but a comfortable room where people are quite content with eating and drinking, coffee and knitting, cards and wireless. And whoever wants more and has got it in him — the heroic and the beautiful, and the reverence for the great poets or for the saints — is a fool and a Don Quixote. Good. And it has been just the same for me, my friend. I was a gifted girl. I could have been the wife of a king, the beloved of a revolutionary, the sister of a genius, the mother of a martyr. And life has allowed me just this, to be a courtesan of fairly good taste, and even that has been hard enough. That is how things have gone with me. For a while I was inconsolable and for a long time I put the blame on myself. Life, thought I, must in the end be in the right, and if life scorned my beautiful dreams, so I argued, it was my dreams that were stupid and wrong-headed. But that did not help me at all. And as I had good eyes and ears and was a little inquisitive too, I took a good look at this so-called life and my neighbors and acquaintances, fifty or so of them and their destinies, and then I saw you. And I knew that my dreams had been right a thousand times over, just as yours had been. It was life and reality that were wrong. It was as little right that a woman like me should have no other choice than to grow old in poverty and in a senseless way at a typewriter in the pay of a money-maker, or to marry such a man for his money’s sake, or to become some kind of drudge, as for a man like you to be forced in his loneliness and despair to have recourse to a razor. Perhaps the trouble with me was more material and moral and with you more spiritual — but it was the same road. Do you think I can’t understand your horror of the fox trot, your dislike of bars and dancing floors, your loathing of jazz and the rest of it? I understand it only too well, and your dislike of politics as well, your despondence over the chatter and antics of the parties and the press, your despair over the war, the one that has been and the one that is to be, over all that people nowadays think, read and build, over the music they play, the celebrations they hold, the education they carry on. You are right, Steppenwolf, right a thousand times over, and yet you must go to the wall. You are much too exacting and hungry for this simple, easygoing and easily contented world of today. You have a dimension too many. Whoever wants to live and enjoy his life today must not be like you and me. Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours –”

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