a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.
I often wonder why we all look back on some period in our past and think, “those were the good old days”. Inevitably we long for the better time. The simpler time. I think it’s not because things were better, but our awareness was just limited. Our perception of the world was framed only by what we knew, which is always a lot less than what we know now.
I try to purposefully avoid knowing about some things. For example, I do my best to avoid whatever the political drama du jour is. I am not an activist. I don’t go to rallys.
Now some people will take offense to that and trust me, I understand your viewpoint. I have a friend who tells me that staying out of politics is selfish and the action of someone with privilege. Perhaps it is. But sometimes we also have to take into consideration our own health and I’m not going to feel guilty for that. I see how his obsession with party politics affects him. He is angry. He is stressed. Every day it’s a new drama and a new fight. It’s taking a toll on him. He is weary. It is burning him out.
I don’t diminish the value of his passion and his desire for things to be right, but I do bring attention to the possibility that he’s missing out on some of the beauty that also exists right now. We can’t go to the “good old days”, so we have to include some good days in the now. This is not a new message.
When I hear people say that times were better back in “golden age” of America, around the 1950’s to early 60s, it inevitably reminds me of this episode of Twilight Zone, in which it shows the people of that time felt the same about their lives as we do ours. If you haven’t see it, it’s well worth the 25 minutes: