Just Burning Minds

This week, more than once, I woke up wondering something that’d have me philosophizing with a cigar and a solid Woodford Reserve hehe

A friend of mine said, “Hey Kim, this week’s mood sounds like ‘Godard with hangover'”

But… Who am I if I stop telling myself the story I start each day based on my memories?

That’s where a lot of folks get dizzy.. And they run back to the script, that internal monologue they feed their subconscious like cheap product marketing 😒

But, my dears, that echo you know is inside you—unseen, shadowy—can become your daily whisper.Ever looked at the sky for no reason?Haha, I know, such a Zen koan question

But the sky without purpose is the opposite of modern hustle.. Staring at it isn’t wasting time—it’s stepping out of time.

How many people are truly emotionally available?

And I don’t mean just in a romantic way—I mean inanycontext.I’m talking real presence, connections without masks, your true self, no alter egos.

The problem is, these questions define us. They show us the void.. But most people, when they brush up against it, freak out and sprint back to the noise. To their phone. To the loop. To the script.

I’d bet my life on it: these days, peace—going offline, keeping your nervous system chill—is a luxury 😎

Let me drop one of my philosophies again—it’s been a while:

“If someone doesn’t get you, that’s not your spot. The real ones speak your language—that’s the key.”

Gossip Sesh:

This week, I was reading a book—The Power of Your Subconscious Mind by Joseph Murphy 📚—which says all thoughts are causes.

But what if the thoughts we think are “causes” are actually responses to a deeper, pre-language, pre-reasoning, pre-self instinct? Free will might just be an illusion.

The real cause is the effect of something more primal: that silent roar of instinct that, without asking, kickstarts the engine of thought.. Bc, yeah, “thought”—that glamorous star of our inner monologues—comes from a vibration older than rational drama.An impulse. A survival reflex. Desire, fear, emotional hunger—call it what you want.Before the brain stages its play, the instinct’s already written the script. 🎬

I think the power of the subconscious isn’t about creating thoughts from some instinctual need… but about thoughts born from thinking. It’s like a second act. A mental plot twist. Friends, the real power isn’t in that first thought—the knee-jerk reflex.

The power hits when the second thought steps onto the stage, looks at the first, and goes, “Is this worth it?” Because yeah, survival’s natural, and what’s natural always seeks itself.

When you’re aware, in that third act, you’re earning your life’s degree. You’re the director, the writer, and the star of your own movie 😉

What’s “thinking about thinking”?

Here’s an analogy: you’re the witness watching the wave roll in… and if you gotta surf it, you do it with style.
So: The first thought is a reflex. The second is a mirror. The third… is awareness of the choice that was already set in motion.

But here’s the kicker… 🧠

If free will’s an illusion, then isn’t consciousness the real deal?

Those thoughts that answer the questions I’m throwing out? They’re the doorway to a lucid consciousness—not necessarily wise, but at least searching for answers.

Nobody owns the truth.

If where you’re at or what you’re doing doesn’t make you question, you’re stuck in that gray zone where you’re not moving forward.

Don’t stress, though—maybe this isn’t the lifetime for you to get it. You can stop reading here if you want.

My dear readers, I’ve said it before: I don’t write to sell you a truth. I write so you’ll look in the mirror if you’re ready. I’m not asking you to believe me—just to let yourself question everything.

Free will’s like spotting a frayed thread. Noticing it is your instinct’s instant reaction, so you just want to see what happens if you pull it.. But when you’re aware of the thread, even if you cut it, you’re not asleep anymore. You’re seeing the thread. You’re realizing something’s pulling you.And that changes everything.The effect isn’t pulling the thread—it’s discovering it. That whole process? That’s causality.

So, are we living without free will?
Maybe… 🔁

But with awareness of the cause— That’s a different kind of freedom.
We don’t control the current, but we can swim knowing where it’s taking us.Because thinking requires unplugging from your body. 🧘‍♂️

Reading this might sting a bit… now imagine writing it. It’s not nothing, dear reader. But I felt like I had to put it out there, lay it on the table with my whiskey and all.

Before we jump into any kind of bond—romantic, friendly, or those soul-dragging, nameless ones—we should ask ourselves something basic: Am I emotionally available, or am I just making noise to drown out my own echo?

Me? I don’t get involved unless there’s that rational vibe, that click you can’t even explain but your body signed off on before your mind did—Because at the end of the day, all that “connection” we feel… it’s just chemical equations.

Don’t mix up emotions with thoughts—that’s not the essence of destiny.Mastering your emotions means feeling, thinking, and observing.

I’ve talked about flowing with everything before, and I explained it. Today, I’ll say flowing with everything is lukewarm spirituality. You’re human—you can’t detach from your spine.There’s freedom in knowing what you want. And if you want to go public, just hang up the sign.

So, yeah, I catch the Morse code. If you don’t, you’re not reaching me.And now, the question isn’t whether you keep playing…It’s: Am I still playing because I want to, or because I don’t know how to stop?

But hold up: I’m not saying affection in relationships doesn’t exist.What I’m saying is that the love we’ve been sold—the romantic, magical, eternal, Disney-mode love—is a comfy narrative to keep people emotionally distracted.That “love” is pure emotional marketing.

Real love, if it exists, shouldn’t hurt, shouldn’t depend, shouldn’t pull you away from yourself. It shouldn’t tie you down or chain you to someone. It should not be chased or forced or plugged in 24/7. But that kind of love is so rare, most don’t even call it love—because people want to own the other person with a property deed. For me to sign on to something, it’s gotta feel real.

My dear readers, that’s the whole deal:
If it hurts, it’s not love.If it binds, it’s not love. If it erases the “you,” it’s not union—it’s toxic fusion. I’m not denying love’s existence; I’m tossing out the IMDb quotes, the tired clichés, the lies dressed up as intentions, the pointless drama.What’s real hits you on the plane of consciousness, not in 4D.

Buddhism already nailed it: desire’s the hook, fear’s the whip.Waking up isn’t retreating to the woods to meditate for 12 hours.

It’s closing a deal and still knowing your ego didn’t pull it off.It’s wanting to thrive without becoming a slave to desire.It’s seeing the rules of the game… and still playing with finesse.

If you’re an emotional mess over past relationships that ended like a movie without a happy ending… well, spoiler alert: you’ve got work to do in this life. And it’s not optional.No prince charmings, no wounded knights, no Zorro types in black capes and cool hats.Now, if you choose to look the other way, act all Zen without doing the work…Maybe this just isn’t your lifetime to get it.

And that’s okay—every soul’s got its own pace, though some are stuck in airplane mode, hooked on external FOMO.

Everything leaves an echo, even if you’re flirting with the devil—there are no secrets in the invisible.Bye now! 💋