I am not the sharpest piece of cutlery in the drawer, yet I am not the dullest piece of iron in the scrap heap. What the horrid analogy in the opening sentence of this blog is attempting to allude to is that people often tell me I think or dwell on aspects of life too much. It is a self-realization I have had since I was a young person and it does not necessarily mean I am a person of higher intelligence. You can play basketball every day of your life (warning: all my writing will contain analogies this vague) but not be really that good at it. Sure you will develop a certain comfort level with handling the ball, shooting, etc., but your natural ability and talent takes you as far as you will go. So while I often will ponder, ruminate and even sometimes marinate far too long on the workings of the universe it doesn’t mean I have attained a higher level of metaphysical understanding. In truth, I’m probably more lost than I was when I started out.
The Philosophy of the Choices We Make