I’m empathetic to all nostalgic trains of thought. I’ve fallen victim to the curse of the past too many times to count. Time is so much prettier when it isn’t in the present.
Daydreams and reminiscing are pleasant as much as they are unhelpful. I just downloaded an App called ‘The Now’ to help make me stay in tune to the present moment. I got scared with the realisation that the present moment is all we have.
The future isn’t here yet. The past is awesome only because it is in the past. That funny thing that happened to you years ago probably wasn’t that funny when you experienced it.
Albeit this present time is confusing, bedazzling as hell and it is hard to keep up, yet we are extremely lucky. The 19th century had World Wars to be concerned with. That is not even starting to reflect on the women’s, gays and ethnic minorities rights that were being impinged upon at that time.
Families seemed to be more dictatorial than open and loving. I can talk to my Mum about my sexuality and she supports me where as her Mother simply left a book on her pillow titled 'Reproductive Anatomy.'
I have to be concerned with the now for the sake of my sanity. This is so my perception of the perfect future isn’t simply a version of the idealised past.