Live in the past, is mine. I will listen to things over and over because some songs or even podcast episodes, rewind me back to times where I felt comfortable in. I do sometimes poke my head out to see where things are currently in the present, but nothing around really makes me gravitate to anything current-day. But, then I just go back to my hole in living in the past.
People used to tell old people to get over it about them remembering things as they were all of the time. I’m understanding why they do that. Sometimes the present really truly sucks.
Telling my son we need to go out. Its such a nice day, we can’t spend in front of a screen…
Back in the day, I just assumed the adults were saying that because they were old and had no idea what joys were waiting patiently, calling from the keyboard, controllers, etc.
Now, I know that they had seen far more than I could imagine, and that they knew all too well that those sun-dappled, happiness-brimming days outdoors were a rapidly diminishing resource… 😭
I grew up just as the 9-bit nintendo became widley available (and affordable) in Norway in the late 80s/early 90s. And got my first pc (a 486 DX) in 1994. Not a misspent youth, as we had a viciously steep footpath perfect for snow racers and a frozen area for hockey.
Summers were perhaps more misspent
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
-Yeats
I am hopelessly fond of the romantics my self. Thanks for reminding me
Yeats has just got a sound, man. Some of his phrasing is so hauntingly lonely, but there’s a hint of hope.
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