Imagination: My Gift

Imagination is a gift to me and I had paid a very large price for having it. It is a medicine that could help you heal but in my case it is hurting me. Imagination had become such deep part of me that sometimes I don't realize which one is real between my memories and my imagination. You might think how's that possible. When my memories fades away it becomes part of my imagination. I built it and broke it, just to rebuilt it until I'm satisfied. Then I leave it that way as they were my memories.

I live many parallel lives. One which is mostly full of dissatisfaction you can call it the actual one. The others are the way I wanted it to be or you could say  the possibilities I had. Yea! I live almost all of them all the possibilities. Whenever we decide something, our life brings two paths in front of us, two paths parallel to each other. Unless we choose both stays open both are valid. The moment we choose one, other disappears. I choose both one in reality other in my imagination.

My life always had given me everything that I needed. Even at the end of the day I am satisfied with my life. I'm happy that my life made me satisfied. All of these had possible because of imagination. It is a powerful thing. Its power is so great that sometimes it goes beyond ones control. That is when the disaster happens. So be careful if you are playing with it like me, it might take more than it gives.