Alchemy

This is a post from one of my other blogs that I have decided to delete.

disclaimer: does not reflect my current mood!

Alchemy- january 9th!

Very often our minds are filled with thoughts that, in an attempt to shut out, we tumble over.
One thought gives way to another and then another... almost always these are factual moments of one's life which have, over-time, become fictionalized in our minds.
Therefore, whenever we are looking back in time and trying to remember these moments they are quite far from the realities; these are morphed ideas having some special appeal. In turn these have manifestation of different kinds like nostalgia, compunction, intrigue and chagrin... let me remind you these thoughts (which have rather become more 'imaginations') are far removed from the realities of the bygone times therefore, the manifestations are really the fabrications of the mind.
Yet, we have etched them so strongly in our minds that we believe it to be the reality of the present, a highly transmogrified present I must say because we perceive everything around us in relation to the past and our past is warped in our minds.

SO can you guess what our future would be like!

Are we that far from being schizophrenic? Is it really an abnormality?

Life is as elusive as can be and all our beings are amorphous; every memory, every idea, every situation will change your reality

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