Nostalgia’s cool as long as it’s not being used to avoid the challenges of the present moment. As long as it makes you feel good and alive inside, pumps you for your day. Gets you excited about whats yet to come. It ain’t over till it’s over. Otherwise, it can be a prison. Trapping your thoughts and feelings. It can be paralysing, to say the least. Whether or not it draws inspiration would be the marker for me.
Well, it’s all either inspiring or a great lesson. There’s also certain things about our existence that sorta only can happen once I suspect, and only when you’re new to something or new at something. Seeking novelty can be healthy for one’s future as it presents a new chance at shaping our present existence in a way that can better structure our futures. But, you’re right, nostalgia can be encapsulating indeed. But like I said, there’s just somethings that you can’t recreate, you can’t do over, and sadly will never be better. I don’t necessarily believe that the latter point there is simply a matter of framing, though it could be. But, in my life, I’ve been incapable of trying to reframe things in ways that I sorta know deep down aren’t so. Like, today is the youngest you’ll ever be ever again. I’ve tried to redo trips or relationships and they’re never the same, though that’s not to say there wasn’t something good within each attempt to redo/relive something that once so impacted me once upon a time. There’s also something empowering about knowing the novelty in life has sorta run out. Maybe that’s the point at which we find ourselves actually living and accepting a lot of the routine and monotony as life itself, and what actually makes it worth living. It’s like getting another chance at mastery knowing you don’t need to search for novelty anymore because you’ve learned enough lessons taking that approach, and you’ve discovered that what’s exciting about the novelty is also fleeting. And, trying to hold onto what’s fleeting is most certainly a fools game. There’s one aspect of that I find to be a sorta contradiction however, and that’s love, though I don’t believe for a second that men and women define that concept even remotely similarly. But, for a man, I don’t believe we love many women or can. I think, from what I’ve read as a literature major in college, from what I’ve seen, heard from others, and experienced myself, real men don’t just love randomly out of convenience like women seem to. And I think we’ve gone over the sorta sociological and biological drivers behind women have evolved to be so so different in this regard. But, sadly, as a man, knowing that the female conception of love is nothing like the male conception of love, it further narrows the odds for a man, of rediscovery, of the conception itself. The fact that men and women love so so differently almost makes women completely boring and too predictable for a man to even pretend he could recreate a feeling he once discovered when he was brand new and naive. Men do not have the luxury a woman has in life to let naivety be a form of euphemistic virtue. The consequences of that misfiring are just too high, and I think many men, probably because of the effectiveness of the age of information are starting to recognize this almost all at once. And I think it’s making women resentful, because it’s taking from them an aspect of whimsicality that allowed their naivety to be a false virtue. Though society yet has a safety net for women, in this regard, this safety net, is starting to disappear for women, rapidly, and so too the luxury. I’m sorta curious where this all goes for society as a whole frankly. I see a lot of resentment coming from female posterity as the lie they once sorta got away with telling themselves is evaporating as a possibility more rapidly than it ever did in human history. And even before it started to evaporate, females were overwhelmingly unhappy. I mean the divorce data over the last 70 years is sorta the proof of that. And that’s irrespective of a overtly gynocentric court system presiding predominantly in the female’s favor. I know this seems all so tangential to the original topic, but I don’t believe it is. I think it’s the root of change that presently has mankind forced to rethink its existence as a whole, and what drives meaning and purpose in defining a good or proper life. Might be why so many are returning to spirituality and God, especially when they’ve come to realize the Devil is destructive and real. So maybe it’s not even nostalgia I, and many others are grappling with. Maybe it’s transitioning from one place in time, where things seemed to have made some sense, to a time where nothing makes sense. Like why are more and more people downtrodden and living in abject filth right before our eyes in the richest nation on earth?! There’s a lot that doesn’t make sense to any of us I suppose. Maybe trapping ourselves in the past is a form of being in the present state of ignorant bliss.
Nostalgia’s cool as long as it’s not being used to avoid the challenges of the present moment. As long as it makes you feel good and alive inside, pumps you for your day. Gets you excited about whats yet to come. It ain’t over till it’s over. Otherwise, it can be a prison. Trapping your thoughts and feelings. It can be paralysing, to say the least. Whether or not it draws inspiration would be the marker for me.
Well, it’s all either inspiring or a great lesson. There’s also certain things about our existence that sorta only can happen once I suspect, and only when you’re new to something or new at something. Seeking novelty can be healthy for one’s future as it presents a new chance at shaping our present existence in a way that can better structure our futures. But, you’re right, nostalgia can be encapsulating indeed. But like I said, there’s just somethings that you can’t recreate, you can’t do over, and sadly will never be better. I don’t necessarily believe that the latter point there is simply a matter of framing, though it could be. But, in my life, I’ve been incapable of trying to reframe things in ways that I sorta know deep down aren’t so. Like, today is the youngest you’ll ever be ever again. I’ve tried to redo trips or relationships and they’re never the same, though that’s not to say there wasn’t something good within each attempt to redo/relive something that once so impacted me once upon a time. There’s also something empowering about knowing the novelty in life has sorta run out. Maybe that’s the point at which we find ourselves actually living and accepting a lot of the routine and monotony as life itself, and what actually makes it worth living. It’s like getting another chance at mastery knowing you don’t need to search for novelty anymore because you’ve learned enough lessons taking that approach, and you’ve discovered that what’s exciting about the novelty is also fleeting. And, trying to hold onto what’s fleeting is most certainly a fools game. There’s one aspect of that I find to be a sorta contradiction however, and that’s love, though I don’t believe for a second that men and women define that concept even remotely similarly. But, for a man, I don’t believe we love many women or can. I think, from what I’ve read as a literature major in college, from what I’ve seen, heard from others, and experienced myself, real men don’t just love randomly out of convenience like women seem to. And I think we’ve gone over the sorta sociological and biological drivers behind women have evolved to be so so different in this regard. But, sadly, as a man, knowing that the female conception of love is nothing like the male conception of love, it further narrows the odds for a man, of rediscovery, of the conception itself. The fact that men and women love so so differently almost makes women completely boring and too predictable for a man to even pretend he could recreate a feeling he once discovered when he was brand new and naive. Men do not have the luxury a woman has in life to let naivety be a form of euphemistic virtue. The consequences of that misfiring are just too high, and I think many men, probably because of the effectiveness of the age of information are starting to recognize this almost all at once. And I think it’s making women resentful, because it’s taking from them an aspect of whimsicality that allowed their naivety to be a false virtue. Though society yet has a safety net for women, in this regard, this safety net, is starting to disappear for women, rapidly, and so too the luxury. I’m sorta curious where this all goes for society as a whole frankly. I see a lot of resentment coming from female posterity as the lie they once sorta got away with telling themselves is evaporating as a possibility more rapidly than it ever did in human history. And even before it started to evaporate, females were overwhelmingly unhappy. I mean the divorce data over the last 70 years is sorta the proof of that. And that’s irrespective of a overtly gynocentric court system presiding predominantly in the female’s favor. I know this seems all so tangential to the original topic, but I don’t believe it is. I think it’s the root of change that presently has mankind forced to rethink its existence as a whole, and what drives meaning and purpose in defining a good or proper life. Might be why so many are returning to spirituality and God, especially when they’ve come to realize the Devil is destructive and real. So maybe it’s not even nostalgia I, and many others are grappling with. Maybe it’s transitioning from one place in time, where things seemed to have made some sense, to a time where nothing makes sense. Like why are more and more people downtrodden and living in abject filth right before our eyes in the richest nation on earth?! There’s a lot that doesn’t make sense to any of us I suppose. Maybe trapping ourselves in the past is a form of being in the present state of ignorant bliss.
Where’s this at Mike
In town here. Olds.