An analytical view of the brain as an ant.
My brain works in mysterious ways.
It’s like a conservative, middle-class, constipated, father of six with insomnia, when it comes to thinking. That means it works a lot, and it’s often uncomfortable.
If it were an animal, it would be whatever represents the opposite of a sloth, or a koala.
Lions are also lazy, so the opposite of a lion, too.
Ants never stop working, right? So I guess it’d be an ant.
To switch it off is neither a possibility nor a wish.
I enjoy the act of thinking.
Plus, if I stopped thinking I’d probably be dead, or in nirvana, and none of these ideas is enticing. I like reality best.
The problem — if it can be called so — lays on useless thinking, time wasting thoughts, over-worries. Those don’t feel healthy or necessary, and what’s not necessary isn’t healthy, and vice-versa.
Thoughts poor in health emerge from the mess created out of healthy ones. Ironic, I know.
One can then assume the solution lies on “un-messing” (AKA organizing) the brain, so it doesn’t look like a 1950’s antique shop.
That’s an unassuming assumption worth exploring.
Just like when we breathe in we must breathe out, when we ‘think in’ we must ‘think out’.
It’s the law of physics; the uncontrollable forces of the universe acting upon all energized bodies.
And it’s as plausible — at least to me — as bread & butter, lettuce & tomato, or tea & biscuits. (I’m hungry).
And so we exercise this “thinking out” through what many call passions.
There are hundreds of ways to define passion, but it comes down to each one’s perception of the term.
To me it’s simply described as your brain letting go of thoughts & emotions.
Or in a more poetic way: an exhalation of the brain.
Passion is everywhere, and it’s everything your brain exhales. Moreover, it’s the outcome of such exhalations — be them conscious or unconscious — and what you choose to do with them.
That’s why people are athletes, poets, comedians and politicians [is there a difference between the last two?].
That’s the reason some love to cook, others watch movies, or drive cars.
We feed a mess of thoughts and find ourselves in need of a diet.
Passions are our ‘green shakes’. Our daily and constant attempt of un-messing our brains, and consequently our thoughts, so to see the path ahead clearly.
They’re our efforts to keep ourselves light, therefore happy — because I’ve never seen happiness or elegance on a concrete slab, but a feather in the other hand…
In other words, an ant-like brain is a gateway to a life full of messy thoughts, confusion and passions, through which we find truth, purpose, and inspiration.
Through which we stay human.
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