it has been one of those days where the tears come much too easily. for everything all at once and nothing really in particular.
maybe it is my approaching birthday which brings to mind happier times...
maybe it is summer which stirs up visions of easier days...
maybe it is the lingering feeling of general nostalgia that has been hanging over me for the past couple weeks since my last post. i downloaded the entire Pretty in Pink soundtrack and man, I was off.
yeah I think that is it.
nostalgia. those dreamy visions of the good old days-when we were young and dumb and...young.
some say nostalgia is a necessary evil, some say it doesn't do you any good.
“...And nostalgia is a cancer. Nostalgia will fill your heart up with
Ten Little Indians
“Any time gone by was better.”
“Nostalgia is inevitably a yearning for a past that never existed.”
it's a complicated feeling-a mix of melancholy, longing, and a wistful smile. but truly you are remembering the past with just the good parts. and we all know life is not just good parts. it can't be.
“Memory believes before knowing remembers."
Light in August
“There are no days more full than those we go back to.”
“The 'what should be' never did exist, but people keep trying to live up
to it. There is no 'what should be,' there is only what is.”
Eddie Vedder summed it up like this when asked last year about all the 90's music nostalgia going on around the 20th anniversary of their album Ten:
"I feel like we have to keep our eyes on the road. Being nostalgic is
like taking an offramp and getting a sandwich... I don't want to be spending the rest of my life at the gas
I agree with Eddie to a point. We don't want to spend the rest of our lives at the gas station, but those memories can be fuel for our trip. We have to stop every now and again to gas up, grab a snack and maybe hit the ladies room. It can be annoying, when you are so focused on the destination. But life is the journey, not the destination-right? And that journey brings bumps in the road, accidents and many stops on memory lane. You can't stay there long anyway, because there are places to go.
There, I think Im back on the highway.