Obsessed with Overthinking

Obsession.

 How do you define it?


More importantly, when can one accurately conclude that one is obsessed with something?

 At what point of this increasing affection do you realize that you have gone beyond the level of mere appreciation?

 I don't think people know about their obsessions.

It's always more desirable to spend one's life in the bliss of ignorance.

But is that good for us?

 There's a lot many people who spend their entire time fretting about something that does not necessarily concern them.

 I am one of them.
I choose the bliss of ignorance over the pain of knowing.
But that doesn't mean that it hurts any less.

If anything, it hurts all the more.

 An obsession.

Everyone has one.
And yet they use their weird talent of being able to make you feel guilty about it, to make your life miserable.

 Is it so wrong to love something beyond the level of normalcy?

 I think about this a lot.

Maybe this too is an obsession.
But this thinking tires me.
It makes me exhausted and I don't like to be exhausted.
I use every possible way to not get exhausted.

Maybe this too is an obsession.
Or maybe I'm overthinking.

 Maybe the whole concept of obsession revolves around the idea of overthinking.

 I obsess with overthinking and then I overthink if I'm obsessed.

It's a vicious cycle.

One that never ends.

One that takes away your sleep and peace and leaves you panting and gasping, with a thumping heart that threatens to jump out of your chest.

 I can't help but wonder again.. If it's right to be wrong.. Or wrong to be right? And a headache puts a check on my thoughts.

 But later my mind wanders again. And once again... I obsess about obsession.