Good old days

Over the years, I find that people drift into two categories: Futurists, who dream of what’s to come, or Nostalgists, who dwell on what once was. (And an enlightened few who are Pragmatists, who focus on the now).

I am definitely a Nostalgist — and I often daydream about memories in my past. I look at old photos and videos with a twinge of bittersweetness, thinking: “Man, those were the good old days…”

And that can be a slippery slope. The more I get lost in thought, the less I spend time appreciating what’s in front of me. This week, I was thinking about how I can reallocate my thinking. One thing came to mind — the future me in a decade will look back at today, and say “those were the good old days”.

Time is so relative. Yes, they say youth is wasted on the young, but I also remember having fears and doubts years ago that I don’t have today. And in the future, the things I worry about today may be minuscule.

The good old days are… today! We just may not have the perspective to connect the dots.