CHAPTER 1: The foundation
As a kid, my first identifiable purpose was to become a writer. I had an old, cheap, blue and white bookshelf in my room that I had painted myself. Resting on its aged and poorly painted boards I had proudly amassed the most dominating Goosebumps’ book collection any kid would ever see. I would lay on the floor in front of this shelf, admiring my literary possessions the way a king may admire his wealth. Ironically however; I wasn’t much of an avid reader. Distractions came easy to me, allowing myself to focus long enough to finish anything (to include a book) was a task that seemed impossible to complete.
These distractions that would find me, distractions I still succumb too even as a grown man (though under better control), were ones mostly of my own thought: “What if blue isn’t blue, what if its actually red?” “How did we name things, who makes them what they are?” “Do bugs have feelings and thoughts (conscious)?”
These thoughts may merely be whisked away as the questions of a typically curious child. Though children may be inexperienced and naive in the many basic facts that the adult population often takes for granted, it cannot be neglected that without questions we would never find answers. It’s the same correlation as good and evil, without the bad in life how could we ever recognize the good: without questioning our surroundings how could be ever truly understand what they are, their purpose and the reasoning behind it all.
Think Like You 