Reflections of Broken Memories
Memories define what we are, without the memories we are just like a restored computer. Our basic characters are rooted in the different memories we had from childhood.
Certain emotions like fear, anger and love are deep-rooted in some memories, by knowingly or unknowingly our acts are based upon these past experiences. They have a huge importance decision we take.
Some have the fear of getting attached to someone, just because of the past experience which didn't end up well.
It's a more a serious situation—we have a belief that it's better to learn from the experiences. But nowadays this idea is misinterpreted.
When we say learn from past experiences it's just about not making the same mistake, not about avoiding something completely to avoid a small mistake. It's the time for being a little bit more cautious.
Nostalgia is the other thing that puts a huge pain the heart, the pain that we could never go back to those good old days.
Those days didn't seem that much beautiful at that time, but when it became a memory it's value than any other thing. Memory is some kind of tape-record you have about your past.
It shows the value of time when it passes there is no other valuable thing. In some of my dreams, I see faces that are not anywhere in my memory —or at the edge of being forgotten. How they found a place inside my head, still uncertain.
Our subconscious captures people whom we ignored all the time, we have never thought about them for a second. But at some kind of situations, project back those old faces.
Maybe some faces are not a memory, a visual from the future, what if the mind can travel forwards to the future. That may seem a little bit awkward but what if. I'm open to any mysteries.
I knew that these moments are also becoming memory in each second when time passes a lot I may don't these moments and typing these words. Maybe subconscious captures and projects it some other time.
There are important faces I forgot, it's hidden somewhere inside—a deep sleep may bring them back. When we see them they are reflections of real one's, Not pure. Just the reflection on our mind.
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