Higher Consciousness

 A plane of thinking where we temporarily let go of our selfish mindset and stop thinking about ourself for some time. It's a time when we focus on the world around us: the benevolence and the malice, the joys and sorrows, and the benign and harmful natures of our world. I too have entered a brief state of higher consciousness where I've experienced this. It happens to me when my body is in a tired cozy state if you get what I mean. It happens when I come back from a muay thai/jiu-jutsu session coupled with a nice chill shower. And after I start the Isha salah, the last prayer of the day, that's when I enter that state. The relaxation with me focused on the prayer rather than myself, gets my mind off of my life and onto the world. Life wouldn't seem as bad when the cool wind gently tickled my face and I would think "at least I'm not homeless and can enjoy this wind". I would feel a mix of gratitude and sadness when I thought of the oppression the people of Palestine, Syria, and Lebanon were facing, glad that I was in a better situation but sad that there was absolutely nothing in my power to help them. I would think of the beauty of this world as well: cats, the beautiful landscapes, the unique cuisines I can try from around the world. What was there not to love about this world of ours! It's also during these times that I would realize that my life isn't perfect but it sure as hell ain't bad and that the bad things in the world truly help us appreciate the good things in life.


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