In A Nutshell

  I've been having more trouble lately than usual, taking myself and my work seriously. To be honest, I don't really see the point sometimes. I don't see the point of trying so hard in order to die a meaningful death. I think people put too much emphasis on life, myself even. What a dangerous and problematic opinion, I'm sure any therapist worth their salt would say so too. However, what I mean to point out, is that people get sucked in to their idea of normalcy- working hard, studying hard, making money, striving, avoiding hurt, deflecting pain, etc. We're so predictable. However, consider this- so what? so what if I get hurt for no reason? My emotions would dictate that I seek closure, whether its an emotional tender hurt or a passerby who accidentally bumped in to me. A human being's first reaction is react to the source. We're so engulfed in our narrative, and the world we create in our perception. So what? So what if I don't get a good job and make

solipsism: (n.) the belief that everything around you was created by your mind   if everything around me was created by my mind, then youre the best thing that I've ever come up with; you are real, but only as real as my thoughts. There is no other time, other than when Im completely surrounded by commotion and chaos, do I realize that there is such a thing as peace. Peace in the quiet of moments I've taken for granted many times. Peace in the stillness of my heart when I'm loved and taken care of by people I've taken for granted many times. I take one deep breath and Im already one deep breath too late, because thats how fast time moves by my notice. I yearn for the safety of a soundless night, a sky dome glittered with stars- where I'd look up and see the Three Sisters of Orions Belt that has followed me since I was old enough to look up into the sky and young enough to wonder why they never separate. I yearn for the freedom of the wind on a starless night, gently

I have decided to take a stand on what I believe the nature of consciousness is and its place in space, by analyzing David Chalmer’s The Character of Consciousness and, Anand Vaidya and Purushottoma Bilimoria, A&P’s Advainta Vedanta and Mind Extension Hyphothesis alongside some excerpts from other thinkers that stuck to me personally . I presume that what consciousness is, cannot be identified for several reasons whereas, consciousness has to exist outside of time; whereas, if consciousness exists outside of time then we do not have the capacity to comprehend what it is as a fundamental fact through scientific theory. However, we can presume that it is the fundamental truth of reality. Functionalism and Physicalism does not answer the hard problem of consciousness and thus, are incorrect in its definition of what consciousness is and the landscape it exists in. Functionalism and physicalism, instead, offer us explanations of how consciousness is used. I conclude that in this realit

   (Disclaimer: these are just thoughts/reflections based on appraised and published philosophy pieces.)     I have a habit of looking for parallels and analogies, in order to understand complex ideas, between different fields and areas of studies. I like philosophy, I thoroughly enjoy it. However, my brain is too small that most of the time- I have no idea what I'm reading when I read a philosophy piece. So, like all small and adaptive brains, mine immediately starts looking for patterns in other simpler areas- one of them being, Religion. Ahhh yes, religion. I hate it and I've learned to love it because of how elementary it has become to my understanding. What people in many religions across the globe refer to as deities, God, the "unknown" that lies behind the doctrine of rebirth and reincarnation, I have come to understand simply as THE energy with consciousness; the one unchanging and eternal thing that all other things come from, it has to exist outside of time.

Amorphous: without a clear or define shape     Every once in a while, I climb up a really high mountain, or a high building, or even the edge of a cliff- and look out at what I see. Everything seem so clear from a distance, but because of that distance, many things aren't so clear either. Love is the same way sometimes. From a distance, I become absolutely sure that what I feel is love although I can't say exactly what is the target of that love. Without that distance, I know exactly what or who that target is, although I cannot say anymore if love is what I feel. Human emotions are tricky that way. I wish I knew but at the same time, Im glad I don't know. The fact that I am not sure now, allows me the confidence to be sure when I finally figure it out one day.     I've realized something extraordinary about myself this year. My heart is so loyal and patient. Because it is so patient, I am one step closer to concluding that it is indeed love I felt years ago- at least w

  Sonder: noun. the realization that each passerby is living a life as vivid and as complex as your own.     8:05 p.m PST, LAX; I left Honolulu this morning for the first time in almost 3 years now, after having traveled so often and frequently in the past 7 years prior to the last 3 years. Sitting in my gate area 4 hours before my flight even boards, I can't help but notice people passing me by- each going to a respective destination. Every so often, a passenger would stop to look at the monitor right in front of me and I can see their eyes quickly scanning the endless list trying to find their flight numbers. In this moment, I wonder what its like to be someone else, anybody else other than me. I am certain that the intensity of my life would still be high, despite having lived very different lives. Through my life, I observe other lives- and I try to see the most I can from the surface of their physicality; their scowl, their smile, their excitement and their hesitation. You can