In A Nutshell

The universe used to be so small.  It used to consist of only three stars in the night sky,  the trees in my backyard and my thoughts-  my thoughts that never could recognize themselves.  Somewhere between the peace of being absolutely still  and the speed of which I'm always moving,  my thoughts present themselves over and over again-  and I realize, that amidst my intermittent nature, there is much for me to be gentle for. From the moment I get up out of bed, with my eyes partially half closed, face swollen, morning breath, and walking reflexively to the restroom  posed like a zombie- to the minute I leave the restroom, face washed, teeth brushed, and straight to the coffee pot, where my real morning routine starts, with a complex personal self-served coffee order, that I computatively go through without error, as I'm thinking my thoughts and thinking no thoughts-  thoughts that don't recognize themselves. The universe now consist of my intermittent nature, that is order

The dichotomy of time is my most loved concept. Time is such a mysterious reality, a realistic mystery, it does not lie but it eludes you- every single moment. It's reality but it's never truth. Somehow, that's more romantic to me than the red roses I received on valentines day in 2019. Somehow, this concept of time that keeps taking away my life simultaneously keeps me insatiable; for I keep ending back to it, no matter where I choose to start. Have you ever gone back and read things you wrote more than 3 years ago, exchanges you had, poems you kept, and little subliminal messages archived into your stories? I do. I went back and read messages I had in an old account with another account that has already ceased to exist. Our messages remain- little words of pain, truth, confessions, and lies. I realize I cannot see myself typing the same words ever again. I am not that person anymore. The memory is so far and detached from who I've become that it does not feel like I&#

  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

  A comprehensive poem of all my traumas- so that I may start letting them go... On the other side of yesterday when I didn't know love, I loved wholeheartedly. I laughed the loudest, and only knew a childlike cry of pain. Just like a bird that hadn't left the nest,  I lived only seeing the walls of my comfort zone, and then suddenly- I was dropped down the nest  except-  I'm not a bird.  I was a little girl, a whole human being  a child who had never known the pain of being dropped  much less the pain of landing. Years later, I realize that being dropped did hurt more and lastingly,  than the landing that lasted momentarily. Years later, I would realize that I consistently re-live free fall sensory experience. Years later- I still wouldn't let myself hit the ground, still refusing to land. PTSD. On the far side of yesterday when I haven't known joy, I was ecstatic.  I lived in a state far from the current state of home, I made lifelong friends and learned lifelong

     I learned a new word yesterday. Onism. The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time. Imagine standing in front of a departure screen at an airport, and your eyes flicker over the strange place names, routes, and destinations, each representing one more thing you'll never get to see before you die- and all because, as the screen would helpfully point out, you are here. I think that's beautiful.       Maybe not the frustration, but the awareness of how little of the world you'll ever experience, and how very important it is to make sure you actually experience your present, lest you miss out on that too. I am very human, I am never able to generalize my preferences and interests. I may pinpoint a moment and say everything that I liked, preferred, and was interested in, in that moment. But in the next moment, all of that could change. What a fancy way to say "I am inconsistent"... There's beauty in change, there'

    "What our life is, is a combination of a certain amount of time and energy. Time is rolling away for all of us at the same pace... If you do something, it goes away, and if you dont do anything, it still goes away. [Whether] you're happy or miserable, it goes away. Time is running out for all of us. Its only the energy that you can do things with. If you bring your energy to a different level of intensity and possibility, what someone does in 10 years you may do it in 1 year. This means, if you live here for 100 years, it would feel like to people that you have lived here for a thousand years, simply because you have managed your life energies in a certain way." - Sahd Guru        Time and time again, I have referred to a sense of "peace" that I have found at the end of each chapter of my life. It's quite a typical and trendy thing to say, although completely appropriate. It is vexing how overused the concept of peace currently is in our internet society