Thoughts ~ Me To You

Thoughts ~ From Me To You

I have thought upon it many times, that how you open up my mind, swiftly similar to how you arrive out of nowhere. There is a dam that I hold, and hold on. It lingers in my mind like ripples in stagnant water, round and round yet static, It- the Thought Process. You know what they are called? The floodgates or levees, yes, you turn around their levers, before I know and then it comes out, vividly and beautifully, the way I want it to, so that I myself can understand it one at a time. It brings me to a higher plane that makes me realize how extraordinary I am, in a bunch of average minds roaming around me. With that plane, I wish not to come down, but you see we need to fit into this world, to get through it. You must have heard that saying, “When in Rome, do as Romans do”. Yes, now you get the word ‘fit’ relevant in context to what I said.  

This conscious talk about the subconscious has a tremendous affect at the backend, which we don’t realize now but we know, we know about its effect. Within the senses, when you are and you reach to a higher level of realization about the things around you, it is when you achieve the mountain called ‘oneself’ from where you can control things your own way

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The mountain, it reminds me of the story. I am glad the stone I wished to fetch from the impalpable heights is now resting in my fist. I am the proud owner of myself. A sense of gratitude dawns upon me as I reach here at this time, on this line, in this paragraph and I wish to express it through some more words. Thanks for allowing the windmills run, the turbines twirl, and the gears shift. (I don’t know how to put it up in a more mechanical way so as to explain it.)

Rocks seem to become pebbles; waves seem to freeze and get the definite shape I want and something numb inside the head seems to rise up like an albatross with almost stretched wings. VPN- virtual private network is not just an anonymous networks term anymore while I look down at the world, so lame and baseless, floating over an abyss of its own, almost ready to fall down.

Everything is measurable, even the flow of thoughts, with the beam-balances of the controls that we have over it. Some we use to build our gifted powers, some to degrade us ourselves. They are dangerous, that is why dormant in all but few, who are capable of controlling them. They make us and sometimes even break us apart, but they are a part of us and we live through them.

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