Misplaced Nostalgia
You never fully appreciate what you have, until you've lost it.
It's been just over a year since I've left high school. So just the other day, I caught up with a few friends I haven't seen much since then, and had a game of soccer. And then this afternoon, I spent an hour or two looking through my old schoolwork. And suddenly I was filled with a longing to go back to school.
No, I'm not going to pretend it was the most fantastic time of my life, because, in truth, it wasn't. In fact, I know that I prefer University much, much more. I enjoy the freedom more than anything. It's all up to me.
It's ironic then, that, after my friends, the thing I miss most about school is the structure and the security. The 'smothering' that I hated. The work that you had to do. The hours of homework that I needed to do each night (although didn't always get done), that I complained and grumbled about. It's gone now, and I miss it.
I think back, and think of all the things that are gone now, that I'll never get back. Why can't time just keep still? Why can't I just pick one moment in time, and just live like that forever?
I saw a play called One Hundred a couple of years ago. It was about just that. Upon death, people are faced with the choice of one memory which they are to live out forever for all eternity. Not one which their head chooses, but their hearts. If one is unable to choose such a memory before the count to one hundred is complete, then they perish into nothingness, which one of the five characters had to endure.
Remembering that gets me wondering, do I have a memory that I could live through forever? A single memory that I have absolutely no regrets about? I've got plenty of great memories, and yet, if I'm wondering about it, surely I haven't got that one, special memory? So obviously the answer is no.
And so this leads me to: Is there such a memory? An isolated incident which is just the most fantastical experience I've ever had, or will have? I think no. I don't think it's possible. Hopefully one day I'll prove myself wrong, but not now.
So maybe I'm going about it the wrong way. The memory that I want is perhaps located in the future, but definitely not in my past. The past is gone, and although not to be forgotten, is not to be dwelled upon.
I love daydreaming, and thinking about the past, but I should never forget to appreciate what's happening now, which I might miss later in life. That's the important lesson to learn, and the one which I should, and I think we all should, return to whenever we have this misplaced nostalgia.
It's been in one of my msn screen names for a while, but it's come around again:
People tend to be nostalgic about things they weren't so keen about the first time.
It's been just over a year since I've left high school. So just the other day, I caught up with a few friends I haven't seen much since then, and had a game of soccer. And then this afternoon, I spent an hour or two looking through my old schoolwork. And suddenly I was filled with a longing to go back to school.
No, I'm not going to pretend it was the most fantastic time of my life, because, in truth, it wasn't. In fact, I know that I prefer University much, much more. I enjoy the freedom more than anything. It's all up to me.
It's ironic then, that, after my friends, the thing I miss most about school is the structure and the security. The 'smothering' that I hated. The work that you had to do. The hours of homework that I needed to do each night (although didn't always get done), that I complained and grumbled about. It's gone now, and I miss it.
I think back, and think of all the things that are gone now, that I'll never get back. Why can't time just keep still? Why can't I just pick one moment in time, and just live like that forever?
I saw a play called One Hundred a couple of years ago. It was about just that. Upon death, people are faced with the choice of one memory which they are to live out forever for all eternity. Not one which their head chooses, but their hearts. If one is unable to choose such a memory before the count to one hundred is complete, then they perish into nothingness, which one of the five characters had to endure.
Remembering that gets me wondering, do I have a memory that I could live through forever? A single memory that I have absolutely no regrets about? I've got plenty of great memories, and yet, if I'm wondering about it, surely I haven't got that one, special memory? So obviously the answer is no.
And so this leads me to: Is there such a memory? An isolated incident which is just the most fantastical experience I've ever had, or will have? I think no. I don't think it's possible. Hopefully one day I'll prove myself wrong, but not now.
So maybe I'm going about it the wrong way. The memory that I want is perhaps located in the future, but definitely not in my past. The past is gone, and although not to be forgotten, is not to be dwelled upon.
I love daydreaming, and thinking about the past, but I should never forget to appreciate what's happening now, which I might miss later in life. That's the important lesson to learn, and the one which I should, and I think we all should, return to whenever we have this misplaced nostalgia.
It's been in one of my msn screen names for a while, but it's come around again:
People tend to be nostalgic about things they weren't so keen about the first time.