A lot of people talk about their golden years, the best years of their lives, talk about them as if they’re gone and never coming back. They’re right too… but it’s the excuse they use to dwell on them, that those memories, people, places, happenings are all missed. It’s a shit excuse. It’s not like I walk on water either, I’ve had horrible little bouts of nostalgia off and on over the years.
I also happen to know how stupid they are though, and how ridiculous I’m being when I indulge them. Things are never as good as we remember them to be, trying to remake something that never was in the first place. Or they were better, but even when that actually happens to be the case it’s stupid to get caught up in trying to recapture something that’s gone.
More often it’s the former but either way, it’s just a really dim way of going about life either way.