Reapplication

Whatever it is that makes us as people, also makes us impossible to understand. What is it that makes us so complex that we ourselves cannot decide what decides our actions? I have always had a hard time understanding the part of life where we make decisions based on limited our even totally unfounded means. How often have we said that we have done things "because we felt like it", regardless of age or status? I find it increasingly difficult to manage this idea within my own mind as there is no practical basis (obviously) for this element of being human.

It should be noted that I am not promoting that people do not follow their feelings and that we should all obey the laws of common sense at all times.

My question is, why is it do we feel things that sometimes defy all explanation, even in our own minds and hearts?

Is this a question of psychology, where we can psychoanalyze ourselves until some hidden past leads us to the point where we can see why our minds have spat out a thought or feeling? If so, is this the human experience as an intangible reaching out to us as a collective and testing our ability to maintain a semblance of "normality" among thoughts of the truly bizarre?

Are we all slowly going insane?

I have thought that perhaps these are not the thoughts of an overworked (or under worked) brain, but of the immense complexity of what it is to be human, which is a question for another time. If you want to call it a question of the soul, that's fine, but I prefer to leave that sort of intangible without a name, because attaching an often-used label does bring unwanted assumptions with it. Perhaps one day we will be able to see what chemicals in ourselves give us a reason to think, but I would hate to think that we would find that there would be nothing to it in the end.

Would it be a shame if our deepest thoughts and emotions were the products of us being alive, rather than the works of a greater meaning to our lives?