Different Perspectives

I was looking at it and rage was filling my heart. My memories were those of a devil's. What I saw were evilish deeds and devils on fire.What she saw was a butterfly, beautiful. I don't know what else she saw but it was comforting for a moment.
The colors in the sky changed and the story continued. The devil's has no favorite color and it was getting uglier by the moment, with each ugly thing it does. The day is ending and I am waiting for tomorrows disaster, what's going to happen inside my head.She was content the day is over and slept with optimism looking forward to the next day, another happy day. I realized that heaven and hell is what we imagine. Our mind and our imagination is what chooses whether we go to heaven or hell.

Memories

What exactly happens to the mind when someone is struck by memories past?
Memories that hardly ever come to the mind, that they're completely forgotten and considered as never happened, are suddenly recalled into the mind and the conscious brain is unable to do anything except to fall into a trance. Not do I only feel the crushing feeling of missing something, but also I start to think about what I used to think at that period of my life. What my personality was like, what inspired me and what motivated me. I remember many of things that are related to the song, the image, the voice, the idea that provoked my memory of the past.
I've been struggling with memories and dreams for a long while. I just want to understand what goes on inside my mind. Another factor that fuels my interest in taking this endeavor seriously and studying the human brain and mind. The advanced degree of the sophistication of our brain that is even exceeded by the sophistication of the mind completely fascinates me. In addition to fulfilling curiosity, a more complete understanding of this issue would help me deal with it better.

Adventure

It is surely an adventure to attempt a description of an endlessly intricate feeling. Because there are aspects to life, there are things that are finer than perfection. A man’s emotions inside his head, not his heart, are untamed again and his perspective on life is changed forever.

When a heart is tamed, a man is lost forever; wandering aimlessly anywhere the wind blows him. But lucky he is, who allows himself to be set free upon the effect of beauty and releases his heart from the tame and chaos and welcomes a new life, a better life, where his heart is untamed and his life has a heading.

I no more seek to explain my feelings for they are rendered tasteless once cast into words. In this new life, I am to value my heart as a very precious thing I care never to lose and never to give away to those who are not free.