Flashes of memories. We recall our experiences, both good and bad, rather spontaneously. As we look back, we find that our lives are being shaped.
Life is like a clay sculpture. It does not matter how technically sophisticated it is; as long as at the end of the molding, it fully expresses our feelings and spirit and we can take a step back and say, wow.
Flashes of the future. Today I felt it once again. At that very instance, I felt as if I had dreamt about that moment before. A very sudden, strong surge of emotions for no apparent reason. This is not the first time such a thing happened. Is it really because of visions of the future? Or is it just some sensation that is spontaneously generated in my brain?
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