Conciousness

The coldness of the air from the air conditioner is giving me goose bumps. My watch seems to be falling to the end of my wrist at the push of each strand of hair on my long, dark, freckled hand. The lower bottom of my abdomen is at its most discomfort, I’m assuming it’s the time of the month where every woman has to go through a certain cycle, where the shedding of the uterine lining takes place. In layman’s term, it is a silent confirmation that you’re not pregnant.

I was bugging Broom to pass me any pending work of his since I’m dying out of boredom here. Having done my Training Courses and some other admin work, there really is nothing left to do in the first week I joined this office. Overall, the team I’m working with is fun. Simple people, of course with their share of gossips here and there to spice everyone’s routined life. Something that I can work with for the coming months till I figure out what am I to do with my life. Broom gave a piece of advice to chill as next week is going to be, in his words, “Hell hectic!”

All this minutes of hours I have , got me thinking. Thinking really long, and deep. About decisions I’ve made so far. Decisions of pending my studies and prioritising work and making money. Decisions of joining certain groups of people to embrace their principles, while dismissing the rest. The effort taken to spend few hours literally, convincing someone about why and how life can be a bitch yet its livable. Decisions of investing in certain projects and courses, with the hope of betterment of the future, of mine and others around me. Decisions of ignoring the past and creating a new road, yet trodden to see how far the journey goes. Juggling between the 2 possible ends: whether it ends at a fresh garden, showered brightly with the sunshine of the morning sunrise, or in a ditch, where rats, cockroaches and every unimaginable loathing living thing finds it a home.

Do I have to, or don’t I have to? Will it be a misrepresentation? Could I have been really lied at?

The recent most indecisive matter that has been an intrusion to my mind. In everyone’s life, there is a crossroad which they will eventually encounter. It’s when one would have to choose which path to follow. Why it’s a really major turn in one’s life is because, once a path is chosen, there is no turning back. Even if they would want to return to that same crossroad, halfway in actually getting back there, 90% of them lose their way.

Despite, all these upheavals, we hold on to something very dear to our hearts. Something so familiar, it connects a being to another when arisen. This unexplainable image will sound so brilliant when spoken about, yet we don’t. Mostly because of a presumed “implied understanding” that no one really talks about that something embedded in us, since birth. It’s like the character of Lord Voldemort in the JK Rowling’s Harry Potter series. Everyone’s not inclined to even breathe his name, out of the embedded “presumed agreement” in everyone that it’s something unspeakable of. Reason being, it’s highly ominous or it is at a level of unbelievable superiority. Similarly, we, without realizing, have embraced the fact that this inanimate thing has an either side of its own extremity. Too extreme to be handled by anyone. Hence, this creature which cannot be specifically designated or precisely described has been kept in a box, for too long.

Consciousness. Physiologically, interfacing between layers of the brain is considered crucial to conscious activity. Only when this interaction is impaired, consciousness is considered to be absent. Situations of impairment of course can be induced by substance abuse. There are levels to this consciousness, some have achieved that higher level, some refuse to budge from their low conscious level, while others strive to reach the highest possible level.

Question then arises as to, is there a highest level of consciousness? If yes, is it really necessary to reach that stage?