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What were we even thinking?

It's crazy how our brain does this miraculous work of accumulating every single random fragment of thought and still manages to make so much sense. It does make sense, sometimes however by not making sense. Anyway, it does.

//Sometimes we don't recognise the power we have in ourselves, and that is foolish enough. You are a wonder//


But do you understand how much important/necessary it is for you to realise that our mind works in such a wonderful way just by being what it is. Who would have thought that the moment you saw her/him/that/them/it  the few peripheral neurons that synapsed would have sent enough information into your brain and relay its impulses back into the skin and face and every other part that could possibly be excited in such a fraction of second and in such precision and beauty and still make sure that your eyes wouldn't miss even a fraction of second of the glorious event happening infront of it. It keeps you present. It almost explodes my mind thinking about it. And it should also.
When are we going to realise that being stuck in this mortal body is also a blessing. A Superpower we opted for when we were given the opportunity to choose / we probably don't remember the occasion.

 We are still in the phase where we complain about the old and fierce scars in our body, bound physically/emotionally. And you are rightfully worried. It is always easier for others to speak. But often/always we tend to overlook the simple yet important fact that it is a wonder how such a mortal body holds in it the most strong and enduring soul.
How do we control our mind? I am not someone who should answer this question. Because I like it when my mind races for answers and questions. Alike. I am just telling you that it is so overwhelmingly difficult to acknowledge the simple truth of the magnificence of the mind we are carrying. Isn't it humbling enough?
We should start appreciating ourselves more. We need it. We should see it. We can do it.

And god there is so much more than physical appearances.

Shreeraksha Naik 

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