Aaah, those were the days...
I heard it again. Those were the days...
Can't people add something good about it? Why does it always have to be said like that? Unfinished with an air of regret for the present and longing for the past.
I am always delighted when people share good memories. Sadly, most of them end their stories saying "aaah, those were the days."
Why ruin it by implying that today is not as happy as yesterday? Life is not that simple. Some days we're happy, some days we're not. Monday's happiness is different from Thursday's; neither one is better than the other. Accept that fact and get over it!
Good memories are supposed to make us feel good. If it makes us miserable in the present, what good is there in remembering it?
I had my own my shining days. I remember it every now and then, but when it starts to hurt, I would try the best I could to forget it. Why? Because I want it to remain like that, a good memory. I want to get back to it again, hopefully feeling less pain than the last time I thought about it. I want it to inspire me to create more good memories for the future.
Good memories. It has always been a struggle to make it forever fresh and good. But as long as I live, I will never allow it to make me feel miserable.
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