Thinking about nostalgia and the role it plays. Thinking about how you need to live in the moment because no matter what, the place where you are in the present is never where you will be in the future. Whether that be literal physical location or a state of mind doesn’t matter; in some form, you and everything around you will be different later than it is right now. Holding onto the past is a detrimental affair, but it can be nice to reminisce from time to time.
I’m in my thirties now. As a younger person, I never took the time to imagine that one day I would not be that young anymore. It seemed like youth and life would just extend into forever. But as the years pass, I begin to comprehend aging and time’s ruthlessness a little more. Not well, but better. It’s still a terrifying prospect, getting old—bodily functions that used to be airtight machines slowly but surely shutting down as death crawls ever nearer.
I’ll be honest. The only way I feel good enough to talk about my fear of death right now is because the weather is starting to feel like summer. Living through a Midwestern winter for the first time has made me appreciate the warmth of the summer more than I ever have before. I will be doing my best to get outside today and enjoy it.
Writing anything beyond a few paragraphs has been tough lately, so I will call this one here. I hope to post musings here semi-regularly in an attempt to put in the legwork and return to writing longform pieces.
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