The longer you live, the more the events in your life sort of create an ongoing second narrative behind whatever you are trying to do in the present.
Sometimes it's nice things, like the smell of fresh cut hay that is both a present enjoyment, and a memory of childhood for me. A song, seeing a book I read years ago and remembering where I lived and things I was doing when I read it. After a while, living feels like a loop, constantly being in both the present and the past at the same time.
Too often though, it's memories that are of people and animals that are no longer with us, not all of them straightforward, uncomplicated, guilt free situations.
It weirdly get harder to think of future things, because there is just...soo.. much.. of ... the past.
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Date: 2025-06-28 06:42 am (UTC)Sometimes it's nice things, like the smell of fresh cut hay that is both a present enjoyment, and a memory of childhood for me. A song, seeing a book I read years ago and remembering where I lived and things I was doing when I read it. After a while, living feels like a loop, constantly being in both the present and the past at the same time.
Too often though, it's memories that are of people and animals that are no longer with us, not all of them straightforward, uncomplicated, guilt free situations.
It weirdly get harder to think of future things, because there is just...soo.. much.. of ... the past.