Does it amaze you? What this mind does to and for us? How we know, but fail to realise that everything about me or you, is everything BUT me and you. How everything we know is happening around us, but just doesn't affect us because we don't really focus? We, the conscious. And the consciousness. How everything is in such a harmony with everything else. How we. You and I. Have the power to be aware of the fact that everything is happening at once, yet we can relate to just one thing at a time(say), despite being aware of the millions of other actions happening around us.
And the answer was known but just to reach that answer, I borrowed a lot many mind blowing thoughts (I seemed to me moved by my own thoughts lately)
How conscious are we? I happened to be sitting on one of the top berths of the train when this thought popped up in my head. And after a little spark, I had this urge to write it down. Thankfully, I had papers but no pen. Which eventually led me to take off my headphones after removing my hoodie and solving up my hair. And I asked someone seated on the bottom berth if they had a pen. When she replied with a "wait. Let me check if I might be having one" and within some time the lady on the upper berth, parallel to me, offered me hers. And just as soon as that happened, the first lady found a pen and gave it to me as well. When I started writing about what I was struck by; you must be wondering why am I telling you every inch of the happening? Enough said already. You could've just said someone gave you a pen.
But did I tell you about the guy that looked at me, apart from the ones I asked the favor from? Or the lady that was consistently watching this all happen? Or the guy sitting on the lower berth as well, watching a movie and somehow trying to figure out what's going on as well? Or the kid that was crying while his dad was putting his shoes on?
Well to be honest, this is what struck me even harder. Between the time that I asked for the pen and received it, my focus was entirely on the pen. And the thoughts I would have possibly induced in their heads with that request. What amazed me was that despite all this, my attention shifted from the person to the other person; to the music that was playing in my headphones; to the fact that I now had a pen held in my hand. Well, I knew, but didn't know about anything that was happening. Nothing at all. But as I recalled it, I realized about everyone and everything that I was unconsciously aware of, but now I knew it had happened. And of course I realized I was breathing (look, I found it fascinating at that time; Give me a break). So, despite our everything, we never think of breathing. We never really remind ourselves to breathe.
Isn't that amazing?
Isn't that a beautiful, beautiful harmony? A song we knew but were not aware that we were constantly singing? So what exactly is it that we are fighting for? Why do we fail to realize that everything that we do, everything that we have been and all that we are, is nothing about what you or I did. Nothing at all is ever someone's. Just for once take my own example. I stepped into the train and looked at the people as I wondered what they might be thinking. While I was thinking what they might be thinking, I thought of a cause for how I was thinking about them, which ultimately made me think of a consciousness that exists for all of us. So, unlike I said earlier, these are not my thoughts. These were never in my head until I saw the people. And never would have I ever been able to write it down unless someone let me have their pen (my cell was dead. God c’mon! Give me a damn break!). And what are the odds that someone else could have been at their place and I might have never been able to realize it?
~Caveman
And the answer was known but just to reach that answer, I borrowed a lot many mind blowing thoughts (I seemed to me moved by my own thoughts lately)
How conscious are we? I happened to be sitting on one of the top berths of the train when this thought popped up in my head. And after a little spark, I had this urge to write it down. Thankfully, I had papers but no pen. Which eventually led me to take off my headphones after removing my hoodie and solving up my hair. And I asked someone seated on the bottom berth if they had a pen. When she replied with a "wait. Let me check if I might be having one" and within some time the lady on the upper berth, parallel to me, offered me hers. And just as soon as that happened, the first lady found a pen and gave it to me as well. When I started writing about what I was struck by; you must be wondering why am I telling you every inch of the happening? Enough said already. You could've just said someone gave you a pen.
But did I tell you about the guy that looked at me, apart from the ones I asked the favor from? Or the lady that was consistently watching this all happen? Or the guy sitting on the lower berth as well, watching a movie and somehow trying to figure out what's going on as well? Or the kid that was crying while his dad was putting his shoes on?
Well to be honest, this is what struck me even harder. Between the time that I asked for the pen and received it, my focus was entirely on the pen. And the thoughts I would have possibly induced in their heads with that request. What amazed me was that despite all this, my attention shifted from the person to the other person; to the music that was playing in my headphones; to the fact that I now had a pen held in my hand. Well, I knew, but didn't know about anything that was happening. Nothing at all. But as I recalled it, I realized about everyone and everything that I was unconsciously aware of, but now I knew it had happened. And of course I realized I was breathing (look, I found it fascinating at that time; Give me a break). So, despite our everything, we never think of breathing. We never really remind ourselves to breathe.
Isn't that amazing?
Isn't that a beautiful, beautiful harmony? A song we knew but were not aware that we were constantly singing? So what exactly is it that we are fighting for? Why do we fail to realize that everything that we do, everything that we have been and all that we are, is nothing about what you or I did. Nothing at all is ever someone's. Just for once take my own example. I stepped into the train and looked at the people as I wondered what they might be thinking. While I was thinking what they might be thinking, I thought of a cause for how I was thinking about them, which ultimately made me think of a consciousness that exists for all of us. So, unlike I said earlier, these are not my thoughts. These were never in my head until I saw the people. And never would have I ever been able to write it down unless someone let me have their pen (my cell was dead. God c’mon! Give me a damn break!). And what are the odds that someone else could have been at their place and I might have never been able to realize it?
~Caveman
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