Change Your Brain Everyday Novels & Stories

His once fit and excellent physique had been eroded by time that passed very quickly. White smoke billowed from his lips as he inhaled heavily, trying to relax his chaotic mind and trying to suggest himself to be warm. Back when he was still in training, his trainers said that the brain is the most advanced and most important component of a human being. The brain can manipulate a person when a person tries to really think. For example, when there is psychosomatic. When humans actually have absolutely no dangerous physical disease. They just keep imagining in their brains that they are sick, so the body finally believes it and shows worrying symptoms of illness. So with the same theory he tri

I sat opposite his desk ,staring at him with my hand supporting my jaw,i watched him sadly. Each minute he will take a sip from his coffee mug and continued. I brought out my design book and tried to create something,maybe it can help but my brain completely proved me wrong,my brain was so messed up ,I got no new ideas,many things crowded in my head,i can't even think properly". An hour later,he yawned and kept yawning and yawning,I got really possed of not saying anything or doing anything, i stood up from where I was sitting and went to him.

After which I speak. "What about you? What's going on with you these days, I hear about your life," I take a sip from my glass and he laughs. "That's probably because you're way more invested in your life those days to see others." He says and it's kind of true. Everyday it's work, Indigo, work, Indigo, work, Indigo. And it continues, I'm surprised at how my brain is still functioning when it's only two things I concentrate on, all day, everyday.

That filled me with positive thoughts; Whether exercise was making a difference to my brain or Alzheimer's was giving me a break, I still felt hopeful. I discovered that running closed my mind. I didn't think about how sad it made me to know that Sunny was leaving, that Mom was getting worse, or that my brothers had their personal problems. I even forgot my own business; Exercising gave me some freedom, and I had Dempsey to thank for that. Every time I complained that it was difficult, that I couldn't, or that sports weren't made for me, he managed to bring out the stubborn side of me to channel those energies into finishing my set. He shared his secret with me: focus on putting one foot in

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.

she said, “no work calls after ten at night. Your brain needs a boundary.” Victor nodded slowly. “Second,” she continued, “create a routine before bed. Same time every night. Read something light, take a warm shower, anything that tells your brain the day is ending.” Victor remained attentive. “Third,” she said, “when memories come, don’t fight them. Fighting makes them stronger. Instead acknowledge them, remind yourself they belong to the past.” Victor rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "And one more thing,” she added. “Yes?” “Spend time doing something that is not about responsibility. Not business. Not parenting. Something that belongs only to you.”

As I stood before the body-length mirror, adjusting my outfit one last time, I took a deep breath to steady the storm of emotions swirling within. I tried to convince myself that today could be a fresh start, a chance to step into a world where I could be someone new. Make new friends, learn new things, and explore a new environment. Think positively, Sets.

By Thursday, I’d started making deals with myself. If I got through the morning without looking for Tyler in the cafeteria, I could listen to music instead of doing revision on the walk home. If I went an entire class without replaying the party in my head, I could skip one practice question in economics. If I made it to the end of the day without thinking I’m not gay like a prayer and a threat at the same time, then maybe I could stop acting like my own brain was some kind of enemy operation.

He tapped lightly against the back of my hand and I flinched. “Pain fixes that,” he said, “Pain creates urgency. The brain doesn’t have time to wander. It shuts down everything unnecessary and locks onto one thing. In her case, the letters. For a few seconds,” he continued, “she gets clarity. Clean input. No distortion.” Daddy looked at me, “And that’s why she reads after?” “Exactly. It’s unconventional but effective. A forced override.”

"All the teachings that we get must have some benefits, if you only rely on a calculator, your brain will be dull. Over time you count 1 plus 1 it will be like an idiot. Do you want to be rich? The brain needs to be trained, even though it's hard, you need to keep practicing, "said Rose at length. Brandon paused for a moment thinking about Rose's answer, yes, there was some truth in what he said, if his brain was spoiled, his brain would eventually dull. On the other hand, he feels that everything will be easy if you use a calculator, everything is sophisticated and fast. "But, what if I hate math for some reason?" asked Brandon.