Nostalgia is a terrible feeling at times.. It reminds you that you are losing time, giving away minutes. Precious minutes.. Allowing the second hand to dictate your existence..
The smell of certain things, the sounds.. The cold at night under a moon.. Fog on a a warm evening.. All I those things bring back very specific memories or me. More accurately, they bring back feelings..
They bring with them a melancholy and infinite sadness.
Don’t get me wrong.. I enjoy my current state if existence quite a lot. But those creeping moments of yesteryear occurrences are becoming more pronounced.. The thoughts of life as it goes gets a little more fire. More serious..
Youth is drying up.. Sure 34 is the new 19. But that’s only because people say that when they age..
There’s a memory I have of a foggy night in a dance club in Allentown PA.. A night I danced with the woman who years later would became my wife. My wife who birthed our son.. Our family who is growing together with the pains , laughs, and trivial concerns that life brings..
And the clock ticks away. I swear it gets louder as time goes by..
Nostalgia..
All of this may sound a bit glum for a Friday night.. But that’s just me sometimes.. Some have a green thumb. I have a glum thumb..
Nostalgia.
As crazed and sad as I may sound, I know you feel the same way too.
