I woke up craving morphine, more sleep, less living. Recently I've felt deceived in front of life's constant pressures - maybe I will talk more about this later. I've been recommended writing, since this is something I used to do nonstop as a child. The general considerations come again: I put things into perspective, "I let it out", I communicate it to my other self (the reader) or to others (haha, thank you, my friend, for recommending Steemit). This leads to the natural question: Why am I here? Not here on Earth, although this is definitely something I'd be up for writing about, since we're limited to individual gnosis for the rest... Why am I here on Steemit? What would I write about? Who am I makes what I write about.
I am a neuroscientist, I study psychedelics... and everything, really. I have a pretty intense internal life, which I believe would be a great subject to teach others about. I imagine I could help some people who are struggling with paradoxical unanswerable questions, some people who are battling depression, maybe even some people who are battling addictions of various kinds. I say maybe because addiction is a disease, and unless it's young, "self-discipline" would fail to produce any helpful benefits. I am as realistic as one can get. I'd like to say unbiased as well, but that in itself would give away my bias. My sole presence here is a mirror for one of the biggest paradoxes I'm entertaining on a daily basis. While I desire to help this world advance, I feel like I have no reason to do it, other than the fact that I simply happen to be alive. I am here to deliver my own perspective on things. Should I quote, somehow antagonistically, Rosetta Stoned's (Tool) "A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not"? Oh, how much I have to say about that song! Oh, how much I have to say about the "chosen ones"! I just burst into laughter. Humour is my greatest friend. Let me give you a spoiler - apart from demystifying the brain, I occupy my time with demystifying colocvial/subcultural/mystical, or whatever you want to call it, mumbo-jumbo/bullshit.
Sounding harsh, exclusive, judgemental, maybe ignorant is the last thing I desire. All I have to offer is pure honesty, a reflection of my thought patterns. In regards to "a warning for those who choose to ignore it" now.. The way I look at this is as follows: refrain from criticising something you disagree with (example: Hello! Me!), and acknowledging this is your first warning that you became part of a problem. Maybe I am not stressing this enough, or maybe I do not use the best metaphor. It's like feedback in universities. To conclude this little rant: if you think my writings are a good influence on you, thank you, I am happy, if you have something you'd like to counteract, I am more than happy to see you say it! Maybe, who knows, some interesting debates would spark out of here.
I must say, I've envisioned my first post slightly more abstract. I wouldn't want to prolong it more than necessary, so I'll come back to my original point: I woke up. I no longer crave morphine, and I believe listening to Heroin by Velvet Underground while preparing my coffee delivered. One day I would like to define what happiness represents for me. I'd like to walk you through an explanation of what i call "everyday baseline conscious states", and how these, I believe, slightly differ in terms of neurochemistry and thoughts they give birth to. When I think about awareness, I think about recognising the very nature of human experience. They say nothing good ever comes out of overthinking, but all that ever produced a shift came from some insanely misunderstood, alone, focused/obsessed genius who dissected every particle of a concept and then re-arranged the puzzle. Maybe you, too, just need to hear that overthinking is not a problem..
I'm not a fan of abrupt endings either.
