Since I’m doing a lot of personal thinking for my essay already, I might as well vent a bit. So, I find myself thinking about the past a lot. I don’t know why, I just do. I feel an attachment to the past. It feels as though everyone is living life happily and steadily moving on. It’s like everything in the past never happened at all, like nobody even cares about it anymore. Is it weird that I still hold on to those memories so dearly? It’s not that I’m not currently happy, because I’m really satisfied with my life right now. It’s just, sometimes I want to go back in time to those memories. Those days where everything was chill and no one worried about anything at all. Looking back in time, it always makes me wonder, what happened? How come things are so different now? Is it better this way? I’ve just entered this phase of nostalgia and it makes me feel melancholy, reminiscent, whatever word you choose. Just missing the past, that’s all.