Tag: nostalgia

• The best years

  I feel like the best days of my life are behind me.

  My head hurts more from a hangover the next day. My body takes longer to recover after a workout. My neck is frozen after sleeping sideways for too long at night. I’m seeing physiotherapist more than before because things ache a lot more, and for a lot longer.

  J, my friend from Junior College said, “… you are wiser, fitter, and richer than you’ve ever been in your life. You collected experience over the last 4.5 decades has made you that much more savvy & charming than the next person…”

  “Wiser, fitter, richer.” Her words, not mine. I’ll take it as a compliment but none of these can be traded for more time and more chances to do things I never did when I was younger (maybe a post for another day).

  J continued over text, “The biggest difference is just the amount of fucks we have to give now…”

  I really wish I gave more fucks back then. All of us, not just me. Back when we were younger, when we formed shared bonds of collective teenage stupidity (mostly involving underaged drinking and raging hormones). I wish we all knew that those moments will never circle back again, so we might all hold on a little bit more to those fleeting moments that would pass as soon as we boarded the first bus home the next day. I wish we knew that we will all miss that time when we were there, when we were young, when we had the best days of our lives.

  2023.02.16

• Bring blogs back

  It’s time we bring blogs back. Remember the early 2000s when we had Myspace, geocities and blogspot? Remember when we would bare our hearts and share our thoughts on the internet for people to read? Remember when we would follow each other’s blog and had blogrolls that linked to our favourites?

  I miss those days.

  Too much of the internet is now condensed into a picture or a vertical reel. I know what people wore or ate, or where they traveled to. I know how they posed or who they hung out with. But I don’t know how people feel anymore. The carefully composed (moving) visual doesn’t convey what words could. If communication is in equal parts sending and receiving, then I think something is lost to me when the bits are images and videos.

  I’d like to read prose again. I’d like to know what you’re thinking and feeling, in words that connect two human beings; in written and spoken language that paints a picture in my mind (as opposed to searing an image into my retina). I want opinions and I want to leave a comment, to discuss and debate, to agree and disagree. I want to know how you feel about something. I want to know if I feel the same way as you.

  So here I am, writing in words on my blog, in 2023. If you’re reading and and feel the same way, then leave me a comment – let’s connect. Let’s keep words personal and permanently on the internet. Let’s bring blogs back.

  2023.02.07