n.
1. A wistful desire to return in thought or in face to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Nostalgia
One of the most powerful images one can possibly draw from is the illustration of memory. Throughout our lives, we experience countless events that manage to etch themselves into the many neural connections within our brain. From a first "boo-boo" to a the recent heartbreak, memories are a great inspirational factor. At the moment, I have been inspired to write. With music as my muse, I feel as if words must flow from the orifice of my mouth and onto a more formal format. I want to speak from the heart here, despite the contrary remarks of the more logical sort. I suppose this kind of feeling hits us from time to time; a feeling in which we feel this longing for the past. It was a different time, back then. It was a wonderful time. It was a better time. Or so we thought. Do we remember when we were plucked from the bliss of the Innocent bosom and thrown into the mayday of this chaotic world? Maybe. Maybe. Maybe we don't want to remember such a horrendous event. Most people would think little of it. It's a natural occurrence in one's life. Everyone, at some point or another, needs to grow up. But what of us who never wanted to grow up in the first place? What say did we have? Did we ask to be shown the cruelties of this world? Were we asking for all the woes to pour out of the figurative Pandora's Box and douse us in its adulterated filth? Probably not. But it was as inevitable as it were necessary. It's moments like that, moments where one must truly cherish the peace and stability they have at the moment. Eventually, the calm seas of life will become a tumultuous storm, wishing only for our own resignation. It would seem simple, wouldn't it? The idea of giving up to the harsh winds of change would seem like a sweet release from the Hell that was seemingly bestowed upon us. Every moment spent on this Earth must be taken to heart. Who knows? I may die at this very moment, at this very spot. What legacy do I leave behind? What mark do I leave in the midst of my passing? It's almost another means of looking at our purpose, here. In ultimatum, we're here to simply exist and make it through this. But at times, it's easier to look back rather than forward. We start to miss how easy it was, how wonderful it was. We miss family, friends, and loved ones. Our past continues to haunt us, while our future seems to elude us. It's a painful yet glorious struggle, for everything worthwhile in life isn't easy to obtain. The past exists for a reason: to teach us how to live in the present. That way, we can create a better future for ourselves, and perhaps the world around us. So many of us can rarely and truly see the beauty that life has to offer. In the end, we are but a passing grain in the ever-changing sands of time.
Post Script: If you ever have a chance, listen to "How It Ends" by Devotchka. I heard it on the more recent trailer for Gears of War 2. It's wonderful, and it served as my muse for this evening's rant.
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