Sometimes I find myself lost in memories of past days.
A news article of an historic event, the passing of a friend or relative, an old photo discovered buried between the pages of a half read book, a great black and white movie, or any number of other random things puts the past in my present thoughts. While some might consider such musings as a sure sign of aging, I find the hours reminiscing as a calming break from a reality increasingly full of unpleasantness. Since I have lived the vast majority of my life, the future is but a thin slice of time compared to my past. I realize the most beloved relatives, business and social triumphs, and love affairs happened in my yesterdays. However, while I long for many tomorrows, I realize that my most glorious and energetic times are probably gone into a misty past.
I believe remembering and savoring the memories of yesterday is as important as noting events on my schedule for the coming month. While I refuse to surrender one second of the present, and it's possibilities of enjoyment, I easily enjoy daydreaming good times from the past. As I clippty clop along the final lap, getting sidetracked in thoughts from yesterdays is perhaps a refreshing and healthy meditation.
A news article of an historic event, the passing of a friend or relative, an old photo discovered buried between the pages of a half read book, a great black and white movie, or any number of other random things puts the past in my present thoughts. While some might consider such musings as a sure sign of aging, I find the hours reminiscing as a calming break from a reality increasingly full of unpleasantness. Since I have lived the vast majority of my life, the future is but a thin slice of time compared to my past. I realize the most beloved relatives, business and social triumphs, and love affairs happened in my yesterdays. However, while I long for many tomorrows, I realize that my most glorious and energetic times are probably gone into a misty past.
I believe remembering and savoring the memories of yesterday is as important as noting events on my schedule for the coming month. While I refuse to surrender one second of the present, and it's possibilities of enjoyment, I easily enjoy daydreaming good times from the past. As I clippty clop along the final lap, getting sidetracked in thoughts from yesterdays is perhaps a refreshing and healthy meditation.
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