Memories of a Simpler Time
Today, I learned about nostalgia. Watching movies from my childhood, I realized that, somehow, the sense of romance has been lost. The colors and creativity are missing. Spontaneous thoughts and ideas feel absent. What happened after 2010?
Something keeps pulling me back to those carefree years, as I define them. But because I don’t want to live in the past, I bring those moments into the present. I awaken them with flavors, moments, and images from back then—a TV series, a cup of coffee, the scent of the air. What you love never truly disappears. Memory may fade, but the experience remains.
And now, before I sleep, I call upon my memories to take me on a journey. Give me a little of that romance, like in the ’90s. That carefree run in the schoolyard when I left homework behind for the joy of the moment. Give me back my spontaneity, my laughter, my voice. Bring back that air that once kept me company. Bring it here, along with the people I love. They brought it to life. They make me feel like all time has meaning.
Before I sleep, I write this article. And I hope it awakens your own nostalgic and beautiful memories.
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The difference between then and now is the loss of our childhood sense of wonder and the sheer joy of discovery. As one matures, things once questioned gained answers, and things we discovered became passé. Yet, by briefly touching upon those things that brought us joy, a sense of community, or the deepest feelings of love, we hear and feel the ghosts and echoes of our treasured past.
ReplyDeleteDo you think that we can bring back our tastes, memories and experiences? At least the good ones. Or you believe it is not even necessary and we should stay in the present rather than daydream about the past?
DeleteWe can (and often do) resurrect those aspects of the past. My mom's West Indian chow mein; her pressure-cooked short ribs with an apple glaze; my dad never passing by a Hardee's restaurant whenever he drove the family to/from the American South; playing with my big, loyal, happy dogs; the wind against my face when riding long distances. There are so many things to recall. However, as pleasant and warm memories could be, the focus must remain on the present and the work to fashion a good future. The past is immutable; it will always be with us, ready to comfort and entertain whenever we need it, yet it also grows as the passing of each day eventually adds to the archive of the mind.
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