Momentary Procrastination

Crazy weekend, more on that later perhaps...

I've been working all night and all morning on twenty-five journal entries for my Contemplative Thought class [basically meditation] and as a result, have had to seriously reflect on how I think and, moreso, how my thinking has evolved over this semester. That's the 'funny' thing about reading so many philosophical works...your mind/thoughts/outlook on life really do change. For lack of a better term, I feel less 'ignorant' and by that I mean I actually think about HOW I think now. In a way, the journal has documented not only that evolution of thought, but my evolution of expressing my thoughts. The journal began with this entry:

"The task of keeping a journal has always been daunting for me. So for this one, an interesting paradox is presented. For one who often, in the past, has had trouble scribing thoughts, a journal dedicated to thoughts and meditations is a challenge. It is my hope that through this class' explorations, thoughts provoked from existential readings, and any normal daily happenings, I will have no shortage of what to write. This journal may actually help me gain better understanding into my thoughts on all of the thoughts of others' that I encounter this semester. Now all that's left is how to write it..."

and ended with this:

"I've come to understand that meditation is a loaded word. Immediately, one thinks of mantras, "ohms", seated positions, and conformation to some presecribed approach to thinking. To truly meditate, one must find that which allows one to find a temporary center and see the world unfragmented through it. From there, one can either rest in that resultant calm, analyze a particular problem, or allow the totality of being rush upon the shore of the mind. This may come across as good insight, or pure nonsense, but that is the risk one takes writing his last entry with too little sleep and not enough "peace of mind". Either way, I consider this journal a successful inquiry into how I think, and my ability to reflect on it. It's a start, at least. Everything has a beginning."

I've found there is so much more I can write on the subject, but, unfortunately, it's time to head to my last contemplative thought class for the semester and hand in what I've gleaned from it. Perhaps I'll audit it again next semester...


More posts later involving philosophy, trip to city, thoughts on religion and whatever else the mind can muster up before then....