Autobiography of a 🧠
Some brains can cope with harsh conditions and some do not. Why is that? Let's listen to the story of a brain.
At the moment, I am an independent brain. I am forty years old. I got this freedom after hurting others and hurting myself too. Let me start my story from the age of four when I realized my imprisonment.
There were many boxes inside me. Some for anger, some for fear, some for books, and many for games. But the sad thing is that all these boxes were combined to make one box and that box was filled with books. So many dreams were buried and the limits of my choice were set. At that age, my favorite box was to play but I was prevented from doing so. And it was taught that you will not get what you want because you are dependent on others.
Whenever I wanted to play with the colors of the world, I was stopped. And then it became my unfulfilled desire. Then it happened that my favorite box was left empty and books were put in every box and locked and the keys were taken over by them. These boxes were opened when needed but I was not taught how to use them. My fears grew and my desires remained unfulfilled.
Then it was said that if you give yourself instant relief then the rest of the body parts will not be able to accompany you for long. It was taught that no one can digest our peace for long. The only partner for our comfort is ourselves or maybe there is also another partner which is called heart. Let's talk a little bit about this partner too. He was a very good friend of mine. If he stopped, I stopped too. His falling into artificial affairs and then failing, hurt me a lot too. But at this age, the secret has been revealed to me that he is my worst enemy. Because, when I get tired and fall then why doesn't his breath give up along with me? And why doesn't he want...what I want? Why does he make me a living corpse? Now at this age, I have understood him. But half the age has passed in ignorance.
The play box that was locked in my childhood opened at that age when I was no longer dependent on anyone. It was probably the age of twenty to thirty years. I began to fulfill the unfulfilled desires of my childhood. But the games of that age were very cruel and brutal. Then it happened that I started playing with people instead of toys. Then I made these people a toy and played with them a lot.
But due to this, I got slightly different titles like, I was called insane, I was called a murderer and I was also called a criminal. But that was not good to be called like this, because I had to play the games according to my age. I couldn't play with plastic toys anymore🤷🏻♂️. It wouldn't have happened if that box had not been left blank in my childhood. You have to spend old age behind bars, when you got these titles in your youth, like me.
I am not imprisoned even though my body is behind the bars. Because changing circumstances have made me mentally mature. Believe me, the pain of being a mental prisoner is much more than being a bodily prisoner.
Please give everyone a little bit of freedom, at least as much as they are entitled to.