Change Your Brain Everyday Novels & Stories

She had read it twice. Now she stood on the terrace and felt exactly what the poet had described and thought about how some things could only be understood from inside them. The first day passed the way first days of real rest passed. Slowly. With a slight resistance from her own nervous system which had been running at a certain frequency for six weeks and needed time to understand that the frequency had changed. She noticed every time her mind moved toward something operational and redirected it. Not with effort. With the gentle persistent redirection of someone learning a new habit.

Eric started to explain, in between bites of his third helping. “At first it will take a lot of concentration and you’ll have to clear your mind, but in time after you mastered the ability, you will be able to do it effortlessly. Like I mentioned earlier, it may take a week or more, but it is something you can practice in your spare time and we can even work more on it every day. You can practice by trying to connect with me, so you aren’t disturbing anyone else. When someone is trying to connect with you, you will feel a light pressure at the frontal lobe of your brain.”

You have successfully cut off my train of thought. - You're thinking I'm so handsome. His casual response made me laugh a bit. - Before, it didn't look like you were transplanting a chip in a disinfection room, but like you were growing flowers in a greenhouse. You plant a seed, and people's brains will grow on its own. - Unfortunately, how that seed grows, what flowers bloom, how beautiful it is, we can't control it. – I added.

Except every page is a checklist of things I’m not doing or might screw up. Eat more greens. Drink more water. Meditate. Avoid stress. Avoid stress? Yeah, sure. Let me just hit the “no stress” button on my brain and chill out while the universe throws curveballs at me like it’s a damn sport. I toss the book onto the nightstand with more force than necessary, sinking back into the pillows with a groan.

The second session was a Thursday the following week. Different. Not easier. The memory had changed slightly in the processing from the first session, which Dr. Okafor said was normal and was the point, the brain reorganizing the stored material, and going back into it felt different because it was different. Still the park. Still the grip. But the quality of it had shifted in a way I could not fully describe, like a photograph that had been the same photograph for a week and was now slightly out of focus in the right places.

Is it even possible, with no confidence, for man to even stand? You build safe self. You love self. Do not agree with the world if it works against you like insane. Take duty in stride. You learn to drive away the pain, away the wound, away the disease that can take you away from you. Life here is insane, I know, for I feel each day. I see each new day. They pray for relief and do no work for things to change. They join their hands and bow their heads and think that things will be achieved soon. This is insane. Why not work with the brain, gifted on earth only to you?

I observed, the scale of this project dawning on me. "Not necessarily," Alex countered, always one to find a solution. "In the subconscious mind, we can adjust the experience so that ten days feel like only one day in reality. You can fast forward through the less important moments, focusing mainly on the times you were watching movies or listening to the song."

Suzy asked. "No. Go to your home and take good care of your brain. I think your brain cells are damaging day by day. Eat some peanuts. It's helpful."Shawn said sarcastically before closing the door. This girl annoyed him a lot. He has to get rid of this as soon as possible.

Chapter 11 The sun was up in the sky when I woke up the next day. Since I had nothing to do for the day, I took my time getting out of bed and crawling my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower before hitting the gym. I stared at myself in the mirror and sigh at plain Jane staring right back at me. Every day, I am reminded I am nothing without my smart brain. That was the only appealing part of me. Except that isn't true…

The twitching of her lips becomes a fleeting smile. “Why maybe?” “Need some professional advice. 'Cause, obviously, now I can't just pop any pills I feel like taking.” “Advice?” “Can't concentrate most of the time. Some days I just can't get anything done at work. Finish tasks on time 'cause of this stupid brain fog.” She itches her forehead. “Doesn't help that these feel heavier and sore almost every day.” She places her hands on her chest and scoffs, her pinkish lips pouting.