The Monkey Mind

Introduction Humanity. We are the favorite child of Mother Gaia. Walking upright with the vision of accumulated wisdom, we have far more control over our own destiny than any other beings known, or unknown. Why are we so unique? There are many important factors in-play. Our ability to share obscure ideas and facts into rich and vibrant stories is one of them. We can create vivid-stories out of pure fantasy and share them among ourselves. Thereby, personal fantasy becomes shared fantasy colored with realistic plots and summarized with dramatic conclusions that make the message memorable. Over time, though the real stories may have embellished into legends and myths, yet, the true legacy of the original humanity continues on…   History In the beginning, before the invention of words and symbols, images accompanied us. Drawn chronologically from beginning to the very end, we were educated with lessons of survival from the hunting technique to the best places to gather sweet berrie

Before assigning a gender given by nature (or changed later) or a name by your parents (biological or otherwise), why not delve deeper for once, and truly ask yourself. " Who am I...?" Here are some inspirations for the inquiry to be as meaningful as intended: Time Time is the witness of history, light-bearer of truth. It is the only power that can give justice to the I,  defining in the entirety of what I was, as I am cannot fully recall even my obscure genealogy including what I will be, my pedigree... "I was..."  A sum of memories of past; success and failures both, of happiness and sadness and boredom in-between, I was once naïve and young yet I remember those times most, for they are unburdened by the questions when time takes all the innocence and the world wants us to take responsibility for ourselves "I am..." Present, fully immersed in the reality of 'now'. I relive my past and can laugh at its foolishness. I make plans for my 'future&

Mohamed saber · اغنية ببجي Alan Walker - On My Way (PUBG Song) Introduction   Violence refers to physically hurting or inflicting pain on someone. It could be intentional as well as unintentional. With the increasingly popular live shows in social media of online games like PUBG or GTA, violence is rampant. On the other hand, online games are a way to get engaged in 'fun' away from the physical 'danger' of outdoor games. We need not require the physical presence of players and thereby with an online connection and workable phone you can connect to the online gaming community.   Pro's Of course, as normal people, we play online games to enjoy and be free from boredom. We also met people from different walks of life. We could be anonymous and be what we want to be and find a kind of new identity not given to us but which we create on our own. Online games have made it easier, quicker and cheaper to achieve a kind of gratification not seen before. Also, different to

  Sometimes, I think it's difficult for beautiful girls, people don't see past their looks... - Misfits" Beauty is considered the domain of women. In a patriarchal society such as ours, outward beauty in a woman becomes a curse rather than a blessing. The ego of men in such a society is inflated and when he is refused, there is an assault on women. There are numerous cases of acid attacks or rape cases ongoing in various corners of the country. Young women who are minors become the victims and when the perpetrator goes free unpunished, this encourages others of similar sick mentality to bring suffering to more innocent girls. It's really a shame when social justice is not upheld for the few and powerful. What good is the ideology that governing authority holds when it cannot punish the guilty and protect the victims? Authority and responsibility are two sides of a coin and if too much authority exists without responsibility, such becomes the disease that infects the en

Emily Holzer · Robert Schumann - Träumerei (dreaming)   " Grief. No words can define it or phrase the meaning. Only when an immeasurable loss shatters our mind, our 'self' submerges in the very depth of personal hell, then, we are one with grief. Memories of the past increasingly assault our vulnerable minds time and again, until something vital breaks inside of us. We lay there broken, submerged in the personal reality. Time is timeless. The world is colorless.  Food loses taste, dreams turn to nightmares, emotions become chaotic and everything worth counting on is worthless.  Nothing matters anymore. Only memories of past, they come and go as guest uninvited.  As rivulets of saltiness overflow from the very windows to the soul, we become numb, desensitized, until, we reach void, the complete silence. Little by little we start to understand what is important. We realize how lonely we are even in the midst of well-wishers, how mortal our body is, how short life can be..

reminiscence · Chopin – Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2     "Stop dreaming, and you will have nothing but hands to swipe away your tears..." Dreams are hopes and aspirations we treasure, perhaps more than ourselves. In the quietness of the night when all the living sleep, they come to life. The sub-conscious comes to play in the field of the mind. Without trying, we weave ideas within ideas, the magical universe of dreams, man has so imagined, but could not make it real, is the sanctuary without limit man imposed on the self. Like butterflies, the Deja-vu flashes by amidst the fragrant flowers of memories no more submerged in the depth of mind. Time is irrelevant. Only imagination is. It is the key to unlock the door of impossibility. Beyond their lives only treasured moments. And as we come to the surface of consciousness, we try to grasp that. But that is forgotten as we force the self to immerse itself in the mundane. Forgotten but not forever for they live on when we dream again. D