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Remember when life was just, life? Not because we were children who hadn’t fully developed our brain, but because life was just, life. It didn’t matter what type of bike you had as long as you had one. You were pretty cool if you had the pegs at the back and could let someone ride with you down the street to the convenience store. Your words were your own. No AI to rewrite it and scrub it for inadequacies. I just miss being. This world has become unrecognizabl. Why can’t we all just bring our bikes to the end of the street corner or that one friends’ house like old times?
Feb 11, 2025
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When I think about it, I think most of my nostalgia stems from being a child because I was unequivocally aware that I was filled with joy and trusting my present state. I was able to thrive in naivety because I was around people who had my best interest at heart. I didn't feel heartbreak simply because I was a child and had no purpose to date. I never felt true betrayal (even on the contrary of my second grade best friend randomly becoming my third grade bully...or attempted bully). My friends lived next door and on hot summer days we stayed outside from sun up til the street lights came on. Riding around the neighborhood on our bikes, buying candy from the corner store, then playing hopscotch with the bigger kids across the street. The nostalgia to truly feel free from the complexities that I face daily with interactions.
I look back and my sisters and brothers were always around. I think about the days where we danced and sang songs. Never aware that that day was the last day where we are under the same roof, laughing and mocking but with so much love in our hearts that we don't care. We just feel good.
Apr 24, 2024
yes it sounds like some kind of cheesy wall hanging you'd find in a world market or bed, bath and beyond.
but it also has the benefit of being true.
nobody has endless time. eventually, the world calls "time out" on our journey and this one, on this planet, comes to an end.
thought experiment: some day (when you aren't personally over-scheduled or distracted and have a moment to just.... breathe.... and check out what's happening around you)
watch the people you come into contact with throughout your day.
are they well and truly present? engaged? or are they looking at their phones, with faraway eyes, thinking of (or wishing they were) somewhere else?
the trick to this life, I think, is to focus on and enjoy the present.
there is a lot of beauty and meaning in everyday life.
from the very smallest tasks and encounters to the mountaintop moments we all experience.
meaningful encounters create the good old days.
wonderful experiences (all shapes and sizes) create the good old days.
helping other people succeed (or celebrating their wins, big and small) create the good old days.
giving love or support or care with no expectation of any sort of return creates the good old days.
telling someone how meaningful they have been in your life creates the good old days.
I'm not into nostalgia -- at all! I feel like it's a trap from which people often fail to escape (ever met anyone who peaked in high school?)
so: let today be the first of many good old days.
compliment a stranger.
be less hard on yourself.
take an unscheduled minute just to savor something tiny about the world as it spins.
pet a dog. maybe yours. maybe someone else's.
there's more than enough cruelty and ambivalence and outright apathy in this world.
some of it even governs countries. big ones.
make this one of many good old days by extending kindness, care, and demonstrate that you give a shit about someone or something.
create your very own eras tour.
in loss, there is love. (pain too, reminding you that it mattered)
in death, there is life.
in life, there is hope.
in hope, there are any number of good old days to come.
Friday, March 7, 2025: was a good old day. 🌎
PS: As per usual, Blur provide the perfect soundtrack to this thought bubble (link).
"Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun
He works nights but it's not much fun/
Picks up the London yo-yo's
All on their own down Soho, take me home"
Mar 7, 2025
Nostalgia is so powerful. And so painful.
I’ve made Pinterest boards filled with hundreds of memories and toys and things that shaped my childhood. I’ve made playlists that include only songs that make me feel 6 years old again. I’ve watched movies that bring me the same wonder they did as when I watched them as a child.
But nothing will ever truly bring me back there. It’s gone forever. to know that I will never walk the halls of my elementary school building, or try and plant an apple seed in between the slides of the playground, or play tag with my best buddies ever again is something unbearable. life is so short. I miss it all of the time.
Adulthood has its perks as well. I never have to ask to go sleep over at a friends house and get told no. I can eat what i want. I can get a kitten if I feel like it. But I miss the simplicity and happiness of being a child. I miss just existing and being okay with that. i miss how I felt when I was 6, but I have to accept that I must leave that behind.
Maybe reincarnation is real. Maybe I will live through something like this life again?
There is an ache knowing I will never walk the same tiny footsteps as I once did. But alas, I’ll be 19 years from where I’m at now and miss this age just as much as I do then. The ache will take a new shape. And i will continue living on.
Feb 12, 2025
