In this vessel

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The Vessel of the Mind

Here in this vessel
A hundred billion neurons forming one hundred trillion connections contained within
Incredible as it is, yet still just one vessel, or not?
What do I do with this incredibly boundless software  
Certainly not limit this potential by living a purposeless existence.  
Oh how unsatisfactory it is feeling stuck and utterly discontent, but what can I do?















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Limitations
Physically, I can only move a limited distance, but in my head, I travel. I see you, I see us, and it is beautiful.
I do wonder though:
If everything we see and perceive is subject to perspectives and we say that life is painful, then isn't that just how we choose to see it?
Isn't that our chosen perspective, and we live and exist the way we beleive it?
Bound by limitations we created, boundaries set by us.
Ever wondered how much this chosen perspective affects the quality of our experiences? everyday fam.












  

Image: Frances Scoch




   Kafka said
"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't make it logical, don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly."

  Solitude and Knowledge 
I have decided I want to wallow in the knowledge of the universe, knowledge of existence.  
To exist in solitude.  
"It's just that I belong in the quietest quiet; that's what's right for me," Kafka said.

If there are a thousand and one ways, a million different paths through which we could walk,
A billion results one decision could yield, yet they all lead back to that moment when you looked into my eyes.  
ughh you are my mental cage; what i do when i hate myself.

  
"I felt a miserable specimen, and what's more, not only in your eyes but in the eyes of the whole world, for you were, for me, the measure of all things."



















Image: Solitude by Sarah Khalid Khan

  













Overwhelmed by thoughts and a raging desire to accumulate, to acquire knowledge,
To explore the existence of perspectives
The observable reality of each individual
Brain chemistry and experiences dependent on perception of the observable reality.


Image: Solitude by Sarah Khalid Khan

Communicating the Incommunicable
Shared Experiences; I have long wondered if everyone else could see or hear the same things.
   Kafka said:
"I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones, and which can only be experienced in those bones," Franz Kafka.

   
This vessel, this mind, a universe within itself. Endless possibilities, boundless potential, yet here I am, confined by the walls of procrastination, mental drain, routine and societal expectations. But in my solitude I find liberation, i find peace.


Image: Solitude by Sarah Khalid Khan



    A World Beyond Limits
   
  I Imagine a Boundless World:
Imagine if you will, an existence where our perspectives are not limited by our immediate surroundings or societal constraints. A world where we are free to explore, to question, to challenge, and to grow. 
 You wouldn't have to imagine if you choose the make it your reality.. chosen perspective? sigh


  Conversations That Matter
I live for conversations that stir the soul, that ignite the fire within, that leave me blissful chaos, yearning for more;
The exchange of unusual ideas
Talk to me about esoteric knowledge
Incite in me the thrill of discovery

   The Quiet Peace 
And in these moments of exploration and discovery, I find a sense of peace.  
A quiet profound peace that comes from knowing that I am not bound by the limitations of my physical world, but only by the limits of my imagination.  
And my imagination knows no bounds.





 
So indulge me, engage with me in these conversations that feel like an outer world experience, that takes us beyond the ordinary, that challenge our perceptions and expand our horizons. 
In the end, it's not about the destination, but the journey:
The journey to self awareness 
The journey of learning
The journey of growth

Here in this vessel I am free.  
Free to explore, to question, to learn, and to grow.  
Free to be me.





















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