I cannot help but be stunned at the multitude of things that make my eyes brim over with tears. Who knew that deleting an old blog that really did not have much in it could be such an emotional ordeal?
It never fails to amaze me when I think of the overwhelming emotion that saturated my entire being when I thought I lost all my photographs and random little quirky files of the past. Nostalgia imprisons us and keeps us tragic and intoxicated with deceptive memories that get subtly distorted over time!
Perhaps it makes sense to be nostalgic when we have memories to remember. But one thing I could never understand, was being a baby and getting tearful over "baby-looking" things. Was it the innocence represented by these objects? How ironic is that? The Innocent feeling emotional because of innocence..
I'll leave you to dwell on that.
It never fails to amaze me when I think of the overwhelming emotion that saturated my entire being when I thought I lost all my photographs and random little quirky files of the past. Nostalgia imprisons us and keeps us tragic and intoxicated with deceptive memories that get subtly distorted over time!
Perhaps it makes sense to be nostalgic when we have memories to remember. But one thing I could never understand, was being a baby and getting tearful over "baby-looking" things. Was it the innocence represented by these objects? How ironic is that? The Innocent feeling emotional because of innocence..
I'll leave you to dwell on that.
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