Fascinating Prisms of My Mind
Is it possible that the brain has a brain of its own? As absurd as it sounds, it’s true. Sometimes we do things without realizing that we’re doing them. Breathing for instance. When you’re breathing you don’t actively know that you’re breathing, but you are. It’s not some conscious decision that you make like, “Today I’m going to take 21,266 breaths.” Here it’s your subconscious mind that’s at play. It’s a conscious process, but it’s not the primary to our focal awareness.
Next comes the subliminal things that we do automatically and have no reason why we’re doing them. Like why did you fall in love with a certain person? Why did you choose a certain career? We don’t have answers to these whys. It’s like we did them because we wanted to as if it was natural but we still can’t figure out why.
Loosely translated, our subconscious and unconscious mind dictate a lot of things in our conscious lives. They make us who we are, and why we do things a certain way, and that’s governing our entire existence. These acts form a part of our self-expression making us who we are. These are complex phenomena that are not completely understood by most but do form a part of our identity.
Like sometimes I talk less. Not because I don’t have anything to talk about, but subconsciously or perhaps unconsciously I try to compensate for all my mores: the way I feel more, I observe more, I love more, and I cry some more too. I don’t even know if that makes sense, but it’s supposedly true. Our experiences dictate our actions through subtle nudges that we can’t quite put a finger on, but it’s there.
Sometimes these brains that go beyond our actual brain express our subconscious and unconscious desires. These dreams are our heart’s scream to do something, to hint at something, or to say something. It’s like some sort of intuitive indicator that tugs at our heartstrings that don’t make sense to our conscious beings but make complete sense to our soul that sings a symphony that syncs with our realities.
Most people use subconscious and unconscious brains interchangeably because truth be told their differences do seem to be blurred. Frankly, I seem to be confused as well. All I do know is that somehow, somewhere, someplace, there is something that lies beyond our control. Something that we can’t hold on to but also can’t let go of. Some believe it’s destiny, some think they’re coincidences, and for some it's luck. But the dreamer within me believes somehow it’s magic. A magic that runs beyond preconceived notions and waters my expressive soul.
Originally published in Strike Magazine Boston University