Nostalgia

   One thing people do not know about me is I am usually trapped inside my mind. I am very outgoing don't get me wrong but most of the time when I am silent it is because my mind is flashing through series of images and memories of days past. I tend to get lost in my head a lot and everything around me seemingly just fades, as if I am there in my own universe. Nostalgia will be the death of me one of these days. But it is very much so bittersweet. 

    I am not sure what it is about me but when I hear something that is bad I tend to analyze it on my own life. 

I tend to dive right into the person's shoes even If I don't know them and grow from the in look of what I have felt or seen. I pry into every piece of this until it is ripped bare as I in turn become bare. It will linger on for days, weeks or even years. I have this problem in my thinking that I cannot let go of the past. Some say we need to let go. But if we do how then can we truly build from it? how can we just forget that which has made us who we are? That which gave us our pain.. our strength? Ignorance can be bliss yes.. But in the case of my memories good and bad. I would rather have them locked here inside of me no thrown away. For they have become so dear to me....

  “In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.”

—	Don Draper   (via amputance)