Consciousness, that strange, unbelievable, and eerie time between sleeping, is a mystery that never fails to intrigue.
I believe consciousness is limitless, not in the sense of being able to achieve anything, but in the sense of being able to imagine and become whoever we want to be. The tricky question is how to transform our conscious dreams to become true. How to do it? How can we force our brains to act as we truly wish? The more I think about it, the more I feel it is impossible to consciously force anything into our brains. We are only humans and have limited possibilities in many cases, with conscious issues at the forefront. Is it possible to accomplish some complicated tasks unconsciously? I do not know it. I believe in it. Still, I do not have any pieces of evidence of it. I have a book about consciousness in my home library. One day, undoubtedly, I will read it.
For today (I wrote this text on the 5th of September, 2023), it waits in queue with tens of other positions.
While writing about all these things, I asked myself What it means to be yourself. What are dreams and fantasies existing in our minds? Do I mix consciousness with unconsciousness in this post? Perhaps I do it. I am simply tired. Sometimes, I start writing with some thoughts but lack further ideas. That’s why I see myself as the best blogger and writer who is passionate, devoted, and energized, with a mind full of incentives all the time. While writing the second part of this post, that off-topic one, I realized how sometimes I can change the topic by simply writing down my thoughts.
Does that mean I am a genius?
No, it means I am a human consisting of blood and flesh. How could something like consciousness have been imprisoned in the human body? I do not know. I think many philosophers and other people have tried to answer this question. Undoubtedly, without proper results. This text won’t be a breakthrough in this matter.
