It struck me that thinking both creates and destroys everything for us.
Our analyzing and thinking opens new doors and opens our minds to new ideas. But at the same time, thinking ruins all that is fun and taken for what it is. It seems nothing can ever be left alone. It has to be torn apart and looked at. It can’t be what it really is, it is actually something else.
Why do we always ruin things we loved as children when we become more mature?
We ruin them by going back, with a mind full of ideas and with the ability to think. But we can’t “unthink” it. We would be better off if we never went back and destroyed our memories with our maturity. I have fond memories of places and events from childhood. I do not revisit them, because I know they will not be as great as I remember. Everything is much better as a child. That is why we analyze and destroy these memories. The stories are not as great as we remember them to be, so we feel the need to look everywhere for something great that will make it live up to our expectations.