I Think, Therefore I’m Not! I Feel, Therefore I Am…….Alive.

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Sorry about the wordplay, Descartes!

Can we really be sure of anything in life? Aren’t even the most seemingly certain things in life doubtful? „I think therefore I am“, said Descartes. So much as: my gray matter working is a sure sign I exist. Well let’s see. It all depends on your definition of existence.

Cogito ergo sum: „ I think therefore I am“ what is your take on this phrase?

Do we all have those moments when we start doubting everything? Is the day really day? Is the night really night? Is my neighbor really a person, or is he a ray of light? Does he exist? Am I really eating this bread, or is it my imagination? Did I hear a sound or was it the reflection of a thought that my mind gave a pitch and an octave to? Am I here? Do I really exist? Is everything I believe to be existing really existing? It might all sound like you are high, you could be (laughs…) but you need not be. Brace yoursyelf! You are drowned in thinking! We do that, i.e. we think, but hopefully not to our own detriment! I said hopefully, because many of us do.

How do most of us go about thinking? Well, first we have to establish that there is a „we“ (laughs….). But do we really have to prove our existence? I am not a philopher and I certainly do not wish, aim or dare to compete with, oppose or question Descartes or any other philosopher for that matter. For all I know, I might just be a small dot in the corner (not even the center……laughs…) of a huge map of random imaginary existence. And by the way yes, I do believe that we all exist if we choose to acknowledge life. And if someone were to urge me to question life, I would say it is a futile attempt trying to investigate this case, unless you have nothing better to do than scrutinize the validity of your precious existence, which defies sanity and the logical thinker’s own logic by any conceivable measure. So what am I trying to convey here?

I think, therefore I’m not going to question life and my own existence. Life is something to feel.

Life is a gift that you should feel and accept with gratitude. Life does not deserve doubt, it merits recognition with certainty. It is not by doubting and questioning the existence of things and yourself that you know you are as in „you exist“. When and if you feel happiness, joy, sadness, remorse, excitement, euphoria, empathy, enthusiasm, love, compassion, rage, regret, frustration, hope, pride, you name it…, that is the proof you exist. Anything short of that means you are a walking dead or a half zombie, or a robot (laughs…)!

Sadly enough, there are people who don’t feel, because they’re too busy thinking. Why? It beats me! Perhaps they are convinced it makes them look smarter. Perhaps they were fed to believe that the more they assume that air of thinking the more respect they will earn from others. Perhaps they have internalized the belief that feelings are illusions, so they think and think, therefore don’t feel anything (laughs….). Or they might have a deep-rooted aversion against emotions because to them it would take a „fool“ and require „foolishness“ to feel and express emotions, and oh boy, do they not wish to be associated with „fools and co.“, for they’re destined to represent the epitome of wisdom, located at the center of the universe! (laughs again….).

What Descartes did was to suggest that if he was thinking, he could be assured of his existence. Let me kowtow to this great philosophy before I shamelessly tweak it. Sure, thinking is one sign of physical existence, but thinking without feelings is borderlining non-existence. That’s the way I look at it. You might say that writing this article will require thinking. My answer to you would be: not entirely. I let my feelings bring words to me. I don’t think. Not the way most people would. I think with my heart, not with my mind, i.e. I feel. My thinking is only a tool to accurately label the emotions I am experiencing. What do I really mean? Let me give you some simple examples:

I think, therefore I’m not going to miss out on life’s little blessings, the sum of which account for a myriad of blessings.

My senses are the surest ways of connecting to the world and affecting my experience of events and situations. To me, emotions come before cognition. I know something because I feel it and not vice versa. We can debate on that for hours, but that’s how it is for some people. This makes my perception of people and things very different than that of a standard logical thinker. When I feel something, I have no doubt. There is no ruminating involved, my senses do not deceive, as thoughts do. What I sense, is my reality, which no one or dogma can take away from me. Trusting my senses can sometimes lead me to uncanny conclusions. My senses are my internal compass, diligently and patiently guiding me through this humongous mass of what some people call chaos, i.e. our magical, wonderful universe.

When I open my window and see flowers, I stop thinking and start heeding their beauty, smelling their fragrance, and feeling grateful for the emotions these wonders of nature awaken in me. That’s when I feel alive and know that I exist.

When I smell fresh coffee in the morning, my mind shuts off automatically (my gray matter is quite adept at that, I authorized it long ago), then I take a deep breath, inhale the aroma, feel the happy feelings it injects into me, appreciate the flavor I’m about to savor, and feel alive after the first sip. Thus I have no doubt I exist. I feel it.

When I look at the sky, stars, the moon, when I see the sun rise and set, I know they’re there for me. They’re life’s precious gifts I should not doubt nor question. They are the very reason I know I am alive. I feel them, and they tell me I exist.

When I hear a nice melody, the kind of music I might be keen on, I stop thinking, listen deeply, let the music take me to a place that has nothing to do with thoughts but everything to do with feelings. I stop ruminating, instead I feel euphoric. And then I feel that magic called life which beautifully and effortlessly confirms my existence.

Should I start hypothesizing whether or not what I am seeing or smelling or hearing is all a product of my imagination and that everything could be an illusion or part of a parallel universe? I sure could, but why would I? Why would anyone want to do that? Why question a gift that is yours when you can have, savor and feel it? Would it make me a smarter person to think and question and doubt everything? Absolutely not. Pardon, mais je ne pense pas! It would only make me a dumb ass (oops, pardon my French!). To what end? I love philosophy and enjoy philosophizing, but not to my own detriment. So let’s put it this way: I think, therefore I’m not…….. I feel, therefore I am…….. Got that? Merci infiniment!

I think, therefore I’m not going to succumb to society’s definition of wisdom.

Many of us grow up to believe that the less we show emotions the wiser we are or appear to be. In other words, to be wise means to be stoic, devoid of emotions, self-contained, like a book in a shelf. Some societies praise that. Some cultures define wisdom as such. Emotions are for the fools, we’ve all heard. So kudos to the emotionally dead, for they exude temperance and demonstrate wisdom.

They are the masters of their domain. What domain, may I ask? Zeros and ones? Oh please, by all means, keep it to yourselves wise masters! People who feel things do not wish to be a part of that pathetic domain. And yes, call them fools, for they do not care. After all, What is wisdom? Who is wise? Who started deeming it as such? We live in a free world (although that’s debatable, too), and it is everyone’s prerogative to define anything in any way they wish. So, I have decided not to abide by the society’s interpretation of this notion.

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We feel alive, we don’t think alive.

Wisdom means you see with your heart, hear with your heart, smell with your heart, say with your heart, touch with your heart and feel with your heart. And when you do so, you feel your soul in you, and you can be certain you exist. Granted, wise or unwise, we all make mistakes. But I’d much rather they came from a heart space as opposed to a calculating space inside that box you call your head. After all, we say “feel alive” and not “think alive”! Correct me if I’m wrong! And when you feel alive, you will know for sure that you exist. Now wouldn’t it be a wise thing to know that you exist? Or do you want your gray matter to keep torturing you on that doubt (or any other doubts) for the rest of your pathetic non-existence? The wise fool in me revels in life and all that lives and feels, and in knowing I am indeed a part of that wonderful magic.

The wisest thing you can do to yourself and environment is to feel and acknowledge.

The real wise don’t run after a zillion things to achieve, they feel things one at a time, and ideas and inspirations flow to them naturally. They don’t do things, they savor.

The real wise don’t need more and more tools to know things even better, their internal compass and their intuition guides them and their feelings for the most part, tools are occasional supplements for mundane activities.

The real wise don’t get tired or bored of anything, they constantly discover and feel new emotions in any given situation which makes any moment a wonder of its own.

They real wise don’t strive for perfection, they appreciate and feel everything for what it’s worth.

The real wise don’t chase after fulfillment, every moment in life is flowing towards them to fulfill their emotions, body and soul in different dimensions. They feel fulfilled.

The real wise don’t seek the company of the standard wise asses, they enjoy the beauty of their own internal feelings and that of their kindred spirits.

The real wise are not impressed by insincere, calculating, so-called logical “thinkers”, they really appreciate and feel the ingenuity of their circle of the like-spirited (notice how I say “like-spirited and not “like-minded”?).

The real wise are not afraid of showing emotions for fear of imbecility or weakness, their vulnerability gives them strength to be receptive to new ingenious ideas and feelings.

The real wise are never drowned in busy-ness, instead they are immersed in the feeling of what they do. And believe me, they could be very productive and industrious all the same. And because they feel, they are never too busy for anyone or anything. Feelings are infinite, tasks are finite and constraining. You will only understand this if you come from a place of feeling, not thought.

The real wise are never in a hurry to get somewhere lest they might waste time, they know that time is more abundant when they slow down and feel the moments for what they’re worth. The real masters will not become slaves to any time constraints. Rushing is for the fools!

Now let me ask you a question: How many times did you see the word “feel” or “feeling” in the most recent paragraphs? Guess you know by now where I stand. That sums up my definition of wisdom.

Do I think I’m wise? I don’t think, therefore I’m not going to answer that question (laughs…) I only feel that I really appreciate life and my existence. With the same token, I don’t second guess what my senses tell me about people I am surrounded by or the environment I find myself in. I feel everything intensely. Every emotion touches me deeply. Sure enough, there are times when those emotions get the better of me, and their effects are way more dramatic on me than on unemotional, stoic, logical “thinkers”. but heck…they make me feel alive. I feel my existence. I think with my heart. I feel, therefore I am alive.

And here is to the alleged “wise” who think, therefore they know it all:

that one day when you thought
you had it all figured out

returned what you had bought
got something new till you found out

that nothing would suffice
in fulfilling your ideal

disappointment multiplies
when you can’t tell fake from real

that’s when it all began,
your world turned into high and low

high, when you said “I can”
low, when you clearly didn’t know

a vicious circle started
and your world turned fast and faster

arrived yet soon departed
in this game you’re now the master

you don’t know where you live
but you have the world’s best phone

you’re ruled by your agenda
and dictated by your time zone

you can’t really complain
cause you’ve got yourself so busy

“no pain there’ll be no gain”
which makes your life seem easy

but when you’re terrified
in confusion you dig deeper

your fear gets magnified
cause when you dig it all gets steeper

and then you stop and think
for you believe you’re old and wise

you’re a book in a shelf
and it’s time you got a prize

they praise you for your wisdom
you seem very self-contained

you’ve become part of a system
and you’re just another game.

I feel, therefore I am alive!