Nothing of particular interest has passed through my mind today.
I do remember what someone said though. Sleep is the mind in its purest form, free from all outside influences of hate or worry or the need to fit in. It is just what the mind truely desires.
And then I woke up, and realized that I said that to myself.
But I pictured an old guy saying.
I want to be an old guy?
Or Jack Black to sign my foot?
To say that more correctly, the subconcious is what holds what the mind truely desires. Only sometimes do people allow their subconcious decisions to become their concious.
I guess this is only true sometimes, sometimes our concious restraints can stop us from doing something bad. Like I know I shouldn't hate, but my subconcious desires it. I guess a happy medium between the two, concious and subconcious, is really the best way to go.
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