What is nostalgia? It’s the sensation of the first autumn day when the sun starts to retreat, allowing your bones to cool after a long summer, evoking remembrance of the serene tranquility of the upcoming winter. Nostalgia is crossing paths with a stranger with the same scent as a lost loved one, thrusting you into a whirlwind of raw emotions you believed you had overcome. It is also the melody that you hum under your breath, sweeping across the room, transporting to a realm far away. It’s the rhythm in your steps as you scrub floors and fold clothes, a beat only you can hear. It’s the tune that has you waltzing with dust motes, stirring pots like a maestro conductor, and pretending your mop is a knight’s sword, all while being grounded in the reality of your chores.
I don’t think nostalgia is defined right, it’s not just the wistful affection for the past, it’s more akin to an emotional tether to segments of your youthful essence. This connectedness is reignited, frequently without any forewarning, unleashing a plethora of emotions from the past, something that very much has the potential of stopping you dead in your track.
But here it goes from you to I, for nostalgia is my personal companion, as I often paint the past in hues of romance – the joys and the sorrows alike. It’s not necessarily a yearning for those circumstances, but rather a longing for the sheer intensity of emotion that came with the first heartbreak and death. Despite it all, nostalgia presents with an odd sensation that teeters between pleasure and a piercing jolt of pain. It’s beautifully melancholic.
I yearn to reunite with my younger selves.
If an epitome of nostalgia exists, it would be the innocent days of my childhood, untouched by falsehood, despair, or the burden of responsibilties. The realization that I cannot rewind to the that simplicity and naviety and having to deal with a life that continues to become complex hurts.
But nostalgia, my old friend, doesn’t limit its reach to seasons and scents. It extends to people, where memories are stirred by faces and names from the past, faces that have aged and names that have gained or lost significance with time. It’s those old friends whose laughter echoed alongside mine, the shared secrets whispered under the cover of night, and the adventures that were our exclusive narrative.
However, it is not just the joyful past that nostalgia brings to life. The mystery lies in the reminiscence of love once held close, now lost. It’s puzzling how I can crave for such times. Not often do I actively seek for devastation. Yet, it is undeniable – the power of sadness and despair, offering a sliver of contentment and serving as a reminder of my capacity to feel profoundly.
Yet, it’s crucial for me to remember that nostalgia is like an old acquintance who stops by on occasion. It’s comforting and familiar, but it’s not meant to overstay its welcome. It’s a reminder of my journey through life and my evolution as an individual.
So here’s to nostalgia – an eternal companion, a storyteller of our past, an echo of our yesteryears. May it always remain a visitor who brings warmth and wisdom but never outstays its welcome.