What happens to thoughts if you keep thinking them?
If you keep thinking certain thoughts, can they evolve into something greater? Or do they just repeat and repeat and nothing becomes of them–for better or worse?
If you keep thinking that 2 + 2 = 5, will you eventually believe it? I suppose so. But I wonder if it matters if, deep down, you don’t truly believe it.
But what about something less concrete? Less provable or un-provable? Let’s take something less objective, but no less important. How about something (or someone) you would like to become? What if your thoughts were to lead to better physical (or emotional) health? What if your thoughts were to lead to change in your career?
I’m going to use a simple example that I have experience with so I can prove (or disprove) it through empirical evidence.
Several hundred days ago (1,394 or so), I would not have thought (or said) that I was a writer–although I wanted to be one from the bottom of my heart. But I slowly changed my thoughts towards becoming that writer. I also said, sometimes even out loud, that I was a writer. My actions then seemed to want to follow my thoughts and I wrote (and wrote and wrote). My actions and spoken words added fuel to the fire of thoughts and emboldened my resolve to think that I was a writer.
My thoughts ignited what I said, my actions were enabled by my thoughts and soon what I was thinking became what I was believing. Slowly but surely, what I was believing transformed into what I knew. I slowly, somehow, knew that I was a writer. As my thoughts sprinkled dried pine needle kindling on the fire, it sparks my spoken words and the core of the heat became what I knew.
At some unknown point along the way, what I knew became so ingrained that it developed into simply who I was. I no longer had to know or believe or say or even think. It was all just what I was. Although I didn’t need to know or believe or say or think, I did it because now that it is who I am, those are the thoughts and words and knowledge that I have because it is who I am.
The beauty in all of this is that each step, although much larger and seemingly more daunting than the last, is actually easier. At some point, there is no effort whatsoever and even later it becomes (spoiler alert!): fun. It’s a pleasure, a joy, something that I can’t imagine not being or knowing or believing or thinking.
I suppose things could also take the reverse route, so it’s a good idea to keep thinking and saying and believing and knowing so that you stay what you have become. But if it’s what you were thinking of becoming, then you are probably having the time of your life and no one could ever convince you to turn around and go back to where you came from.
And why would you want to do that anyway? You have now become your thoughts. Your thoughts have slowly built who you have become.
What was previously thought impossible, through persistence, patience and passion, adding a sprinkling of repetition, has conquered what was impossible and is now possible. That process is what I like to call: repossible.
- Possible: think
- Impossible: skip steps
- Repossible: be