Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Good Ol' Days

There is something about the past... it always seems more appealing than the present. The irony is, that when the past was the present, no one really gave a shit. Sigh... And the future? Oh, don't get me started on that! It's like that elusive, playing-hard-to-get, mystery lover, that will either sweep you off your feet or watch you burn!

Anyway, the future is not why I'm rambling. I can't really complain, because I have a decent life. I mean, everyone's got problems right? Big deal! No. The's my little box of treasures. My refuge, my recluse, a place I go to when the present doesn't feel quite adequate. Diving into the sea of memories, day dreaming about the days gone by... it's like being a spectator to your life's movie. There are funny parts, sad parts, scary parts and happy parts too... the complete package. Regrets? Sure. But more than feeling remorseful, it's insightful. There is certainly a longing... for people who have drifted away, or times well spent, or places that have been forgotten. A feeling like something's I'm not living a full life. Which is weird because I already have everything I need. Maybe it's the times I miss, the person that I was, as opposed to who I am now. Who knows... only time will tell...