How much time do we actually have?

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about it. As often as we say it, nothing is forever. We rarely talk about how fast "forever" turns into "used to be". Memories were once moments, and soon, this very moment will be just another memory.

I've been living in nostalgia for a long time now, and it consumes a lot of me. Maybe too much. Maybe the time I spend ruminating about the past could be replaced by doing something useful, but that's always easier said than done.

static

I often catch myself looking back, but the truth is, we can never go back. If nostalgia for you is tied to a specific place, even if you returned today, the feelings would never be what they once were.

That's essentially what makes it hurt: romanticizing moments we'll never live again. Frequently, the version of the past people chase is a lie; We remember the good moments but conveniently deleted the frustrations we felt back then.

But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe those were really the best moments of your life. There is nothing wrong with that. The past can be the best thing that ever happened, as long as it's not the last.

// don't let good old memories become the barrier for even better ones.

uncertainty

I've been reflecting on certain decisions I've made. Although they've led me to where I am today, I still wonder: were they the right choices?

If you are also looking for an answer, I don't have it. For what it's worth I'm still trying to figure how to ask the right questions.

Only thing I know for sure is, spending the rest of your life in the past will only make you miss the chance to enjoy the moment.

00:00

Acknowledging the present != forgetting your past. It simply means understanding that we are literally living the end of our lives, so we should start acting like it.

This may be controversial to all I've said so far, but:

I don't think I want to be "cured" of this feeling. As I grow older, I hope the old memories stay sharp. I hope that a certain song or a specific street can still hit me with that unbearable feeling of nostalgia, reminding me of just how good things once were.