Stranded in Unconcious Island

Sometime we are just like a dust sticked in the clock dial. Enjoying the ride without any will to move or leaving, ticking and ticking with no denial. Sometime our brain works like a mechanic. In the morning take an early shower to be faster than trafic stream, open facebook and the time consuming addicting life threatening games within, checking task, and operates according to due dates.

Who said we are concious doing daily life? A spiritual professor once said once "you are living unconcious during the day, during your activity, during your all decision making and brain working. The only one when you are concious, is when you silently understand and when you silently pray. There, when you know you are not more than one atom in the vast universe, you are concious of what you are".

Yet, may be life is simple for a normal. You work, you sell, you entertain, you socialize, you success, you are popular, you are getting old, you have children, and then you die. Are we doing that conciously? Proud to our brain, our title, our competences, our interpersonal skill? Yet, are we consious?

Then what are you doing now, in this minutes, in this ticking second staring to a worthless read? I have unloaded gun in my hand, so stay away from my running lane..