What are your thoughts on nostalgia? Like most people, I don't dwell in the past (so much is better now), and looking forward is much more exciting. But nostalgia for the past that was, or that could have been, sometimes almost hurts, in the same way as listening to an old song that can remind you of someone, or a first love, or some such. Old H's, what are your thoughts and experiences with this? .
I'm only 37, but I see why it's (nostalgia) important. It's like, you've got to be able to cherish your memories. I'm really bad at this, but I definitely value it. I celebrate the past when I can really feel it. I don't know if that makes sense.
Nostalgia - is inevitably thought of as Happier (dare one say Hippier) daze and often seen through rose coloured spectacles. As one who saw the decade of change go from Black & White to Multi-coloured spectrum there are always two sides to take into account Memories provide different reminders Solace in Loving reminisces Heartbreak in Lost Love Melancholy in missed opportunities Pleasure in Experience For those lucky enough to have achieved success glorious recollection For others, their muse can become a burden of such negative recall that it is too much to bear. Nostalgia of What was, and what may have been, however, "Once upon a long ago ...." there were tales built on ones own memories - In the end all we can ask of " All that we can do is make the most of the time given to us" - at the moment in time The wheel forever turns and changes are a natural process of r-evolution - and ever that will occur (lest we fall from riding the bi-cycle of life) .. methinks
I'm only thirty-six. I don't really get too nostalgic. I don't dwell on those by-gone days. I just get glimpses of them sometimes. Guess I'm kind of a one-dimensional person in that way, I just keep moving forward.
At 66 the past is something to relish. Past friends and family who will never be seen again. Past experiences, hopes, and plans. Past good times and bad. Mistakes, victories, helping hands, rivers never crossed.....water over the dam. 1970120 mph....or was it 30? I remember a muscle car thundering in the night,When the road went on forever and we were burning bright. Time has no meaning to the watcher who's within,Today's the same as ever,It soon will be what's been. I learned a lesson in that car,That time,That ride,That night,The day I rode in that car,Was the same I live tonight.
The way I see it is, that at it's core, the hippie lifestyle is the natural way of existing and that anyone who understands that will never abandon it, There is no such thing as an ex-hippie. Either you're a hippie now or you never were a hippie. It annoys me when someone says, "back in the hippie days". These days are still the hippie days.
