I think a little beyond the limits of humanity, I am not a genius who can rack my brain to come up with insights that have never come out of someone's mouth. But that's the reality, sometimes "I get slapped by a crazy idea when I'm not thinking about something", I wonder why it comes?, is it possible when the brain is not working, a swarm of ideas landed in the brain. It's just an analysis from a village child who doesn't understand much about psychology.
When you find a necklace that has been kept for a long time because its owner has gone forever, you might say to yourself that This is a memory necklace given to you by your lover. It was a logical sentence that came out, But have you ever thought that he also found the memories you gave him?, it would be ridiculous if we try to answer it, yes or no without knowing the soul patterns in different realms.
If I were allowed to be in two different dimensions, perhaps I would be the first person to tell you that in the other world you are being waited for on the bridge of memories.But that will not happen, it is just a brain game to please the soul without touching any certainty.
It's like I'm taking a picture with a statue, Indicating they are there but actually they are gone.
This is just a memory, although I don't know what their life was like in a world without pollution. I remember my mother's story, why our area was given an owl symbol, this is a defense icon that they are the majority, protector and giver of a sign between smiles or darkness. It's just a culture not based on logic.
They are just a memory from the past, but cultural carvings make everything seem real and will continue to be remembered by every generation without them knowing who the next generation is.
If something is valuable, They are valuable even though they don't leave traces, But their traces emerge from people who feel their memories are too soon to be buried.
I don't want to talk about bad memories because it only reduces health, "why remember a mess when actually we are pursuing happiness". It is indeed very difficult to let go of memories, I try not to go back to the past because I know that all of this will be washed away by the ra Will the work be called a memory?, I don't know either but, But watch out they will soon fly away.
