We tend to give a lot of substantive play to nostalgia — especially when it comes to our life in Active Use. Those Drinking Days, man I tell ya…I tell ya, they weren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
I won’t deny my memories of the enjoyable, because they were there, and they did happen. Contrary to my inner misanthropic monologue, I did not loathe every waking moment of life.
But really, nothing productive comes of laying around, opining about what it Was and lamenting that What It Might Be will never come to fruition.
How can you create a future if your eyes are always tracing circles around the past? If you wanna be someone, you gotta do something.
Live free, & live now. There’s no time like the present because…time is a human fabrication, I write in entirely too many cliches, and it’s really all there is. The present. So be present in it. Or it will go on without you. Don’t be an onlooker in your own life, y’hear? Take a vested interest in it. Even if it’s something small, like “Why won’t this damned ironing board fold back up? It unfolded. It’s a contraption that operates via a set of wire rods. It can’t be this complicated.”
Yet here I sit, with an ironing board needlessly taking up space in the apartment. Life’s great mysteries, y’know?