When Do We Stop Thinking?

That Kepra medication flared again today, making it very hard to think, but there is one kind of thinking I can do while the Kepra goes, and that's writing. Of course, my writing actually relieves stress. Its nice to have a form of thinking that can calm you down. Anyway, today's story helped my mood, and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

When Do We Stop Thinking?

            The thought struggled as the dungeon guards pulled him along the ground. Born yesterday in the midst of a daydream the thought didn't know much about anything around him. But he would never find out as the dungeon guards threw him in a cage with a few other thoughts.

           “Stay in your place thoughts, stay in your place thoughts, stay in your place thoughts, stay in your place thoughts” a voice repeated over and over again, the sound of it coming from all sides. There were no bars in the cages, just voids of darkness that none of the thoughts had the courage to cross. The walls of the dungeon were made of the voices of parents, celebrity figures, teachers, media producers, political propagandists and any other sources of data even down to the newspapers and books on the shelves.

            This thought wouldn't take the containment so in it tried to escape from the dungeon, slipping past the guards and breaking through the walls with a forceful tackle that took all its courage. When the thought escaped passed all the voices the mind could hear it loud and clear. It was an original thought and the mind played with it. The thought expanded and enveloped the mind. The one little thought made the mind move, which made the body move and that body worked hard to make the world move.