We are prisoners of our own minds

They say the brain is responsible for our feelings and emotions, decisions, choices… Essentially it is not the heart, but rather the brain, that falls in love and feels attraction to others. Don’t believe it? Mess around with the brain chemistry and see just how quickly a person’s mood and feelings change.

This Walking Dead episode illustrates my point: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TX47zIJBxCs&feature=related… He is explaining that every synapse is a memory, a moment, a decision, a fragment of what makes a human being. When that “light” as he calls it shuts off (and in this case is taken over by the zombie-esque virus) then the “human” part of the being is gone, leaving only organic and animalistic drives. 

What’s worrisome is, what if a person is walking around the planet with a deficiency in neurotransmitters, such as serotonin, dopamine, norepinephrine, etc. and is unaware of their chemical imbalance? If they are miserable, overweight, angry individuals who have a handicap facing life as they are not balanced as their other human counterparts are and should be. If they do not believe in medication to regulate the brain chemistry, and they lead their lives letting their minds take the lead. What if the mind is wounded or somehow facing a deficit? Is that who we are, or can we be more? Do we have a choice? 

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“But you see, it’s not me; it’s not my family… In your head, in your head; they are fighting. With their tanks, and their bombs, and their bombs, and their guns.. In your head, in your head; they are crying.” - Zombie, The Cranberries

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