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What is Consciousness?
Sometimes, I catch myself gazing into the mirror, searching for something deeper behind my eyes.
Who am I, really?
Beneath the mask I wear for the world, what lies at the core of my consciousness?
Is there a fundamental truth about myself that I’m too afraid to confront?
Have you ever felt like you’re merely drifting through life, disconnected from your own existence?
That’s how I’ve been feeling lately. It’s as if I’m a passenger within my own body, watching life unfold before my eyes while being unable to truly grasp the essence of my own consciousness.
In this journey of self-discovery, I’ve delved into the works of the great thinkers and philosophers, hoping to find answers to the questions that gnaw at my soul. But the more I read, the less I seem to understand. It’s as if the more I learn, the further I am from unraveling the true essence of my consciousness.
The sadness creeps in, an insidious visitor that never truly leaves. It’s not a feeling of melancholy over a specific event but rather a deep, existential sadness that comes from feeling disconnected from my own being. I see people around me, seemingly content and at peace with themselves, and I wonder why I can’t find that same solace within.
