Imaginations
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MatureOngoing
Last published Sun, Jun 16, 2019
Imaginations are not real. You're just going to picture out in your mind some things that you want to happen and you haven't experience yet. Is imagination still existing in our generation? Maybe no, maybe yes. Some people say that imaginations are for lonely, sad and unloved persons only.
But imaginations are not only to people who are sad, depressed, unloved and downhearted. Imaginations are for all. It can also be to people who are happy, lucky and fortunate. Imaginations can be sad or happy it depends on how the person think or imagine things she/he want to come about.
Why people want to visualize some things or happenings in their lives? Maybe they want to experience things that they haven't been undergo or witness. All of the imaginations are not true. It's just a dream.
But what if one day all of our imaginations will be real, not fake and do exist in our life? Will you still believe that it is only imaginary or will you keep it and believe that imaginations exist. Will you accept the beliefs that all of this imaginations are just fantasy or will you believe in your own decisions and make it believable for you.
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