I've been nostalgic lately and a little bit pensive for all the things that might have been or were supposed to be that never happened. I understand about illusions and creating our reality, but sometimes it feels good to simply go back and remember … even if those memories are flawed because of time or misperceptions. The chaotic energies swirling around recently are pulling me back to the past … I'm hoping in order to finally let it go, once and for all. Or maybe it is just because I have my 40th high school reunion scheduled for later this year. Who knows.
Nostalgia: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition.
Somehow there is a sweetness in the wistfulness, a kind of innocence. I've been listening to old music, especially late at night when I can't sleep. It usually evokes feelings that I simply remember and clear in a cathartic purging. I allow the tears to fall and I welcome the memories that have helped me to become who I am now. I realize that the things that happened are neutral events and that I was the one who assigned a value to it: good or bad. I have found it to be very freeing to let the past slip away … and I welcome brightly colored spontaneous ribbons of joy to swirl around me now!
Excerpt from lyrics of Queen - These Are the Days Of Our Lives
Those were the days of our lives - yeah
The bad things in life were so few
Those days are all gone now but one thing's still true
When I look and I find
I still love you....
Nostalgia: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition.
Somehow there is a sweetness in the wistfulness, a kind of innocence. I've been listening to old music, especially late at night when I can't sleep. It usually evokes feelings that I simply remember and clear in a cathartic purging. I allow the tears to fall and I welcome the memories that have helped me to become who I am now. I realize that the things that happened are neutral events and that I was the one who assigned a value to it: good or bad. I have found it to be very freeing to let the past slip away … and I welcome brightly colored spontaneous ribbons of joy to swirl around me now!
Excerpt from lyrics of Queen - These Are the Days Of Our Lives
Those were the days of our lives - yeah
The bad things in life were so few
Those days are all gone now but one thing's still true
When I look and I find
I still love you....
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