With the current crisis situation we are dealing, each person are coping in different ways. Being alone in our thoughts, we still long for the days when we were still at our prime. We think of the past as a bridge that connects us to the glorious adventures of our vigorous self . A road to a remembered past is a lane we would look back from time to time.
We desperately want to go back to our old normal. The familiar place in the time before everything changed. It takes us back to the carefree days of yesterday. The 90s signifies the beginning of an era for the generations who can relate, full of aspirations and hope. In our minds, the whole world is our playground. Our first taste of independence is something to be celebrated. We can be whoever we want to be. This is the time when we reach a crossroad on deciding which path we want to take.
While some choose to have a family early on in life, some remained single, some called it quits and some separated with their partners. Some focused on their career, took a second and third course, some worked abroad, some stay close to home. It all lead us all to become the person who we always meant to be.
All the events lead to today’s destination. Did we have any regrets? Would’ve we done things differently, if we were to go back in time? Will we make the same mistakes? Will we still choose the same path if we are given the second chance? Or will we take a another chance with a long lost love?
The fickle mindedness of our youth was once an overture to the lessons that are instilled in us.
There is a greater plan…
What a happy accident on how all the great artists of today unite and make uplifting music videos in social media platforms! The songs paint a picture, triggering the unconscious to relive a painful but sweet memory that was once forgotten.
I can still remember giggling nervously while me and my friends were making anonymous DJ request songs and dedicating it to our crushes.
I can still hear the sound of the old dial up internet tone, savoring the chats and text message on my first mobile phone.
Listening to old songs and rewatching old movies will bring us to a time when we first heard and enjoyed them.
I still remember the song in my heart, I feel a tug, the feeling I had when I still think of my forsaken love.
The time stood still, when your crush finally called you by your first name. The first incidental meeting, the letters of romance, and the goodbyes of heartbreak are still vividly imprinted.
I wouldn’t trade a folded hand written love letter over a text message.
What I wouldn’t give to use a payphone and rotary phones again and getting surprised with who the person on the other end is.
I would not trade the remembrance of the shrill laughter my best friends make to a face book memory post.
Not being weirded out by making a picture shrine of your crush, putting him in the pedestal in the hope that one day, all the stars will align and universe will conspire that you are meant to be together.
Not being accused of a being stalker when you plan your day around that special someone , possibly bumping in to each other, imagining him picking up the book that you dropped purposely.
I could not fathom the perfect meeting as you gaze into the depth of his soul, wondering what color your children’s eyes would be like.
What I would not trade for another surprise encounter of you!
When you can talk about all the things under the sun and never get tired of it.
Those were the days when fellow romantics were a sucker for believing in serendipity.
We would fantasize that a story book romance like the Prince’s bride still exists but believe that love stories can be as tragic as Romeo and Juliet’s.
Like a rereading a good book, listening to a record on repeat, in a sacred space I would hold you dear.
Nostalgia is like an old friend who brings us excitement whenever she crosses our mind. Nobody can take away our past, our identity, we owe it to her who we are now.
Dwelling in the past for too long can be a trap that lead us to become powerless with her charm, like being lured into a trance.
Today’s present would be the past in the distant future. The good ole glory days of this decade will soon fade like a thing of the past, we enjoy every moment as they come. We only have one moment to cherish, and the only moment we have is now.