cliches

When the brain slows down, I think it makes more room for the new.Maybe it releases things that have been suppressed.I'm not sure exactly how it works, but last night during this incredibly insane storm outside my parents' bedroom window...my mind raced,and all my thoughts became cliches of other peoples thoughts.
about the world, about the state of everything and everyone.
to think in cliches more often than not, is a humbling experience.I have this experience often.
Ever since I was able to think independently, which for me was maybe around five or six years old (maybe a bit younger), I have thought consciously of how cliche my thoughts must be.
I always believed someone had beat me to it.
and they probably have every time.
The point may not be to have an original thought.like music, most original ideas do not exist.
if we are all human, and all made up of the same biological matter and most likely the same spiritual material, most of us must be almost as familiar as family. Could be that the whole point of thinking is to think about thinking. To analyse thought and how it relates to other peoples thoughts. How similar, how old, how bonding it may be.
Last night I listened to the rain right after midnight. My lover lay next to me and listened too. I looked out the window and then I lay on my back and thought of all the people who might be in little shacks without real shelter, no central air, no food filling them for extra warmth. How their reality might include violent bouts of nature that I have never even seen before. I wondered how they survive. I wondered how we have survived without punishment from over-use of resources for so long.I predicted the end of comfort in the near future for all of us.I thought of how I might survive a tsunami or a tornado without shelter from the elements. I thought about how a partner may be a form of warmth and comfort, but also an expendable feature that could get cold, die, disappear in a heartbeat. I thought of how I must be either so unlucky to not have the experience of survival like that or so very lucky to never have the need to use any survival instinct.
I thought that if a partner, a friend, a family member is so expendable in other parts of the world, the need to be self-sufficient, to have faith,to recognize and respect nature and it's God-like ability to give birth, and take away life in a moment is something that we may be lacking...something of unmatched value that we do not have the privilege of knowing.
We are scared yes, but we do not succumb. Fear makes people do things to protect themselves and I feel as though we are so use to being protected that we can't see that there really is no use in trying to protect ourselves from death and loneliness.There is only a use in recognizing the value of our safety, and our fleeting loves...that can be taken at any time.