Sphere of Knowledge

I haven't posted much philosophy lately.

Upon talking with a friend of mine (as it seems all of my ideas come from these days), I brought an old theory of mine that deals with the knowledge of the human mind. I had completely forgotten how invigorating talk concerning the human mind can be. There is so much left to be discovered; the mystery of how our own minds work may forever be unknown. Theories may spawn, small surges of knowledge may surface, but it is a long time until we are able to uncover the astronomical workings of our own thought and consciousness. But is it too much for humanity to ever know? Will humanity ever learn the secrets that lie within each and every one of us? It is this barrier that leads me to theorize:

Is human consciousness purposely limited in its knowledge capacity?

I like to think of this as my own theory, but on that note, there may be similarities in other theories or maybe even a duplicate of this theory. If that is the case, I have no knowledge of it, but it surely came before any of my theories. Just a quick disclaimer before going on. Anyhow, much of this theory is based upon the limitations of the brain itself. Whereas it is untrue that the brain only uses 10% of its capacity, it is true that the entirety of the brain's functions are not all constantly firing. Why is it that the brain is limited to certain sections in certain situations? What are the possibilities of full brain usage at one particular instance, and what restricts such possibilities? Such activity is exhibited in those with particular types of autism. Incredible feats can be performed because of this diagnosis, photographic memory and phenomenal intelligence. Could this perhaps be the result of a higher brain capacity?

This is where my theory comes into play.

I feel that the brain is limited intentionally within all normally functioning humans. This limitation of knowledge covers everything within our particular "Sphere of Knowledge" held within the brain. That being said, these spheres allow information to be conceived to a certain barrier, that being the circumference of the sphere. Upon the quest for knowledge concerning matters including but not limited to the existence of the universe, mankind's origins, and the afterlife, our own spheres prevent our consciousness from answers. Why is this? I believe that it is our own consciousness protecting us from knowledge that is meant to be unknown. The answers that lie ahead may be so unfathomably groundbreaking that humanity is simply not meant to discover it. Perhaps, breaking the barrier or attempting to break the barrier of the Sphere of Knowledge can also influence negativity or depression, holding knowledge that is much more monumental than mankind itself. It's a thought.

Or maybe I'm thinking too much.

Sustenance Abuse

It's time to talk about life again.

I feel like I've worn out this subject to the point where it really has no value anymore, but just when I say that, something happens that reinvigorates the thought process, so prolonging the conversation. Really, that's all this blog has come to anyways. Life. Living it, enduring it, breathing it, and in some cases, cheating it. In a mild manner, that's the subject of this week's blog. Cheating death. Many of us can reach back and detail a story where, perhaps, life nearly slipped away from our grasp. Hell, I've heard stories where life did fall out of reach, and yet some were still able to get it back. One of these stories came to me through the eyes of one of my better friends, to which I had no knowledge of until just yesterday. Apparently, my friend got into a pretty bad car wreck (from what I gather, the car rolled and landed upside down), but still managed to crawl out of the car unscathed. Such a story is truly amazing, to be faced in death's looming presence and still yet managed to escape as if nothing happened. What is perhaps even more amazing is that through this experience, she says she still takes away a newfound appreciation for life.

And that got me thinking.

Now that I think of it, it normally takes a life changing event like a car crash to really get others to realize how meaningful yet unpredictable life is. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to criticize my friend for her appreciation or anyone that has ever had an experience of the like that gave new meaning to life, but it seems that often humanity forgets that life is not always a guarantee. Tomorrow is an expected force, an entitlement, a guarantee. In the grand scheme of things, this is never the case. It is usually the wake up call of a death-defying feat that gets us to see that. But what makes it that the majority do not already value life to the fullest extent? (I feel like I've talked about this before, but who cares, we're doing it again.) Humanity abuses life, always future seeking and rarely thinking of the present situation. Of course, it is a consideration, but is it ever kept in mind that today may very well be the very last day we exist? The last hour? Minute? Second?

Of course, this paranoia isn't necessary.

However, it does bother me that people expect another day, but it irritates me just the same on the opposite side of the spectrum with the mass of those who appreciate every day. Contradicting, I know, but there's a right and wrong way of doing so. I'm not a huge fan of those who use the cliche of living every day like it's your last. In that sense, appreciation because too literal and almost forced. It sounds obligatory to make every day model the very last, creating a cycle of last days that are just the same as what is supposed to be your last. Where is the variety? The spontaneity? The possible yet healthy danger? Even worse, these YOLO kids who don't even need an introduction, nor any of my attention.

It's all petty.

But truly, how much is too much or too little of your appreciation of life? What does it matter whether you needed a kick or not to appreciate it? As long as one does appreciate their life, or even simply go as far to acknowledge their life every now and again, that's all that matters. It's too mentally taxing to constantly tell yourself "Life is beautiful. Life is important. Life is a gift." It becomes mechanical at such point, even belittling the personal meaning of life. What does make life great is the lukewarm breezes, the flowers on the side of the road, the sun shiny days that are near that make us stop and realize, "Wow, life is great." I should know, it happens to me all the time. It's great to be alive, even when it may seem the opposite. Just a little thought for the week:

What is it in your life that truly makes life beautiful?

Mother's (Out-of)Touch

So it's Mother's Day.

If you couldn't tell already. It seems like everyone's appreciation is on full steam, which is an incredible thing. I feel like sometimes our parents are taken for granted, and if it takes a designated day to finally awaken that appreciation that should not be limited to just one day, that's fine by me. Just as I have mentioned before the importance of the dedication of a parent to their child, the same is so between a child and their parents. I see a lot of kids these days that are lacking a proper respect for their parents for what seems like no reason. Either it's because they aren't spoiled enough, or their parents won't let them do something, whatever. I'm sure we're all guilty of the occasional spite for our parents, and that's just because we're rebellious, hormonal teenagers. But those who incessantly disregard their parents for reasons which may be considered unreasonable truly bother me. It's just great to see people grateful for their mothers.

But...what about people who don't?

I don't mean those who aren't grateful. I mean those without mothers. For whatever reason, those who are left with no one to celebrate with seem to be overlooked today. I feel like those who don't have a mother need to be just as uplifted as everyone else today. It's incredibly difficult to live without a parent under any circumstances. To be reminded of it takes the hurt to a higher extent, but perhaps not. Maybe instead of mourning a loss, a celebration is still in order. Those who have lost their mothers or have had different mothers can still see light in the fact that they are alive because of a mother to bring them into this world. Fortunately, I can say that I have a mother.

But unfortunately, that's really all I can say.

It hurts a little to see everyone else have such fantastic relationships with their mothers, nearly to the point where I become envious because I don't have the same relationship with my mom. In fact, as of late, we really haven't had too much of a relationship at all. There has been a lot to set us apart from each other over the last few years, and I feel pretty bad about it. It's hard to feel like you're not enough because of the way you are, what you believe in, how you act, how you perform in school. That on top of being gone away from each other and being busy all the time. Sometimes she feels less of a mom and more of a room mate.

Which is horrible to say.

It's unfair for me to judge my mom like that. Even with a torn relationship, she is still my mom. I know even when she does things that hurt me or my brothers or anyone really, she still loves me. I just wish that we could be on better terms. But of course, wishing serves me nothing. It's action that will cause results, or the lack thereof. Although I may not have been able to see my mom much at all today, or really much at all anymore, I still have a mom. That's what counts, right? Maybe I am just as ungrateful as the kids I mentioned before, then call me a reckless teenager, but you can never discount anything. Even if it takes a designated day. That's fine with me.

I just want my mom back.