When I was a child, I was passionate about many things, including drawing. Building and flying kites were also among my favorites, activities that fulfilled me and brought me joy simply by doing them.
I used to draw a thousand times better than I do now. Today, all that's left are poorly drawn scribbles.
Recently, I saw a video on social media that teaches children how to draw a kitten using four 5s. The first thing you have to do is draw the number 5 four times and then add the rest. I liked it so much that I saved it and tried it today. I'm sure I would have done much better when I was a child, but to be honest, I don't care anymore. Although I discovered that I still like to draw, not with the passion I had as a child, but I do enjoy it, and it's likely that this type of drawing will become my new hobby.
Perhaps what I miss about my childhood is the passion I felt for so many things. I also liked martial arts, although I never had the opportunity to practice that discipline. And so, due to circumstances in life, or perhaps a wire that disconnected in my brain, I stopped feeling passion for things, so much so that it is difficult for me to describe and list what I am passionate about.
However, I can talk about the topics I am passionate about, much more than doing things. I am particularly fascinated by three topics:
The existence of extraterrestrial races
I can spend hours and hours watching documentaries and stories about it, and I will always want to know more. It is a topic that fascinates me because it seems like a logical starting point for how we got here and how infinite the universe is in all its splendor.
The power of directed thoughts
I have an anecdote about this. Some time ago, I tried an exercise I saw in a book. It was about communicating something to someone and getting them to follow an order. For three days, I focused on sending a mental message to someone to call me, particularly while in a drowsy state, which is said to be a good time to communicate with other minds, even with the Supreme Mind.
So there I was, concentrating for three nights: “Friend, call me. Friend, call me, friend, call me...” Something curious happened on the third night. I had a very vivid dream in which I wrote clearly in beautiful calligraphy, “There are people who are not right for me.” I woke up with a start, and I still remember that dream as if I had lived it.
A few days later, life clearly showed me that this person was indeed not good for my life.
Lucid dreams
They make me feel that I am more than just this body and that I can travel without taking a plane. I am almost convinced that they are journeys to other dimensions, but our limited logical mind prevents us from seeing beyond.
I became obsessed with having lucid dreams and trained my mind to have them. I achieved this in a few days, but I stopped doing it because I began to suffer from sleep paralysis, which is truly terrifying. However, I am still passionate about the subject; it is fascinating.
Maybe tonight I'll dream that I'm making beautiful paintings, like I used to dream when I was a child. I even made myself a little wooden easel back then; I was always creating something.
I know my drawing shows that it was a good idea to give up my career as a painter, but at least it was useful as a starting point for this publication.
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Huhu! That's one of my weaknesses, drawing. Glad you have the talent😇
This drawing was a total disaster, ha ha ha, but it was a lot of fun to do. I tried about three times 😄