Nostalgia
It’s
probably unwise
to live too
much
in the past,
especially
mired in
swampy
regret,
or pining
for
a simpler
time.
Still, there’s
at least
as much
pleasure
as sadness
there,
memories of
happy places,
reflections
which can
set a soul
aquiver with
hope and
purpose.
It need not
be all
Tear-jerking
schmaltz,
riddled with
wistful yearning.
There’s
equal opportunity for
existential meaning,
for mood
elevation,
in the be
here now moment.
One might
reminisce,
but also
remember that
spring does
not
really
become summer.
Each season
remains
in its own
place.
No comments:
Post a Comment