Cashier's Dilemma

Ever wondered: how systematic the world is? How planned and well-crafted the possibilities are? How every morning when you start your day, you gamble with the world? How you make the choice of taking the right decision at the right moment, among countless other options? It's a mystery we won't understand, unless obviously someone's into Yoga and stuff, then I can't say much. Days ago I asked a couple of people to describe them in one word, and the best word a guy had to define him was free. I think of myself as real, like really, the extent to which I've grown to appreciate and love myself, is unbelievable. I know this word isn't as fancy as "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious", but it is something until I find a better word. I love how weirdly fucked up my mind is. I love how I am not afraid to let myself be cognizant of the realities of it. How I constantly cultivate my thoughts and do not expect anything in return. How I respect my views. All of this, without disrespecting others, or belittling them. I respect diversity. I adore differences.

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Growing up with brain

What is it, that keeps us busy thinking ? What causes problems and finds the solution ? What tells you that you are always right and what your life is turning into ? What always forces you to analyze and testify yourself ? What makes you try those things, which you would have never tried at all ? What tells you to feel high and cry ? What gives you an adrenaline rush ? What still calls you a loser or winner ? What reminds you of existence/non-existence of God ? Who wants you to understand "you" ? How do you hear your self ? Who supports you ?
Who, What, Which, Why, How ?

This, center of desiderata has a volume of 1130 cubic centimeters, and has been changing our lives since the first living cell, started respiration.
I hate it when my little mind questions the very obvious duties.
Think about it
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