Posts in Thoughts
The subconscious is the unconscious work of the mind. The more aware a person is, the less the subconscious kicks in, and the fewer subpersonalities try to take over the main personality. Lately, I’ve stopped using the term "subconscious" much... I bring almost everything to a conscious level. It’s quite interesting.
I remember once standing at a bus stop in twenty-degree frost, waiting for the bus. The bus was taking forever, and I was wearing thin autumn boots because my mom and I didn’t have money for winter boots.
Silent palms. Black. On a black sky. A bright moon, bitten from one side. It squints cleverly with its remaining eye. A fresh taste of the ocean river lingers in the air, along the most beautiful road in the most beautiful state of the most American country.
In the process of searching for oneself and pushing through the dense forest of the mind's, subconscious’s, habits’, fears’, and happiness-destroying beliefs’ entanglements, we sometimes come across an element that clearly requires removal or at least transformation within our being. Take fear, for example.
When in the film Love and Sex, Joe Santino (Josh Hopkins) praised De Niro, I couldn’t quite understand where he was quoting from: “Are you talking to me? Yeah? Are you talking to me?
Actually, I'm not a huge fan of Adam Sandler. Yes, that’s right, I don’t really like Adam Sandler. In fact, I don’t really like comedians in general. Although, perhaps that’s a bit of an overstatement. I honestly don’t know what exactly Sandler did to annoy me.
A complete revelation for me was the film The Children’s Hour. I started watching it because […]
I feel like a visitor in an amusement park, where the most peaceful ride is the roller coaster, and the rules are such that the end of one attraction is the beginning of another. I can hardly keep up with everything that’s happening to me.
A. Dumas said, “Not a day without a line!” I’m certainly not Dumas. Not at all. But sometimes I get the feeling that I just have to write. That if I don’t write, something will go wrong. And the right thing won’t happen.
Once, a human naively assumed himself to be nothing less than the king of nature. No, enough of that! King! Let him be released into the open field, face to face with the king of beasts, and I believe, to our mutual regret, there will be no boundaries because Mr. Lion will devour the imaginary crown-bearer and leave no bones, the scoundrel.