Yesterdays and tomorrows
Some of us are not explicitly sad. We just look like this. Happiness is as bored of us as we are of it. So much so we’ve forsworn the art of bargaining with life because we’ve finally made our peace with the present. Whatever is happening is happening for a reason. So, blankly going with the flow without bothering to question or know. However, we are yet to get over our past. Sorry but we don’t think we’ll ever be able to do that though.
Those who fall under the category summarized by the first three words of this blog post know exactly what I am talking about. We are the poster children of nostalgia. It’s embarrassing to admit in public but our favourite hobby is escaping to the height of photoshop called the good ol’ days. If there is a window close to us — be it in office or home or inside a bus or train — we stare immersively, not to see what lies outside but to get lost in the maze of our memories. Some memories being real; most being fake.
Getting lost in our thoughts comes naturally to us. Maybe it has something to do with our deep-rooted desire to be found in reality.
In the echo chamber of our head, the past was always rosier. It had the perfect colour, the perfect taste, the perfect smell and the perfect vibe. Almost everything was simpler back then; well, it was obviously simpler since we’ve come a long way on the technological front. What needs to be highlighted here is the quality of innocence from yonder — not just ours but also others’. The younger days reeked of goodness as there was little scope for undue stress. If a problem persists, solution won’t be far away. And there was no way in hell you’d take it to your pillow.
Not exactly happier days but simpler indeed.
This pretty much describes the atmosphere of a mind obsessed with nostalgia: seeking a detour from the current route, unaware of where it’s leading to, for the sake of avoiding the future. We don’t have an issue with the now, it’s the then we remain afraid of. As a result, we keep running in the aforementioned maze.
Not sure about others in our (sinking) boat but I’ve always been like this. For better or for worse, the past continued to appear like the most desirable piece of my timeline. To ruminate about what took place days/months/years ago held an instant charm for me. In fact, I assume a greater authority of my past than my present and future. People are often asked a question that has no place in a civilized society-“Where do you see yourself in 5/10 years?” I can answer this question the only way I can-“You mean in the yesterdays or the tomorrows?”
Any plans for the future? Let’s deal with that in the future.
