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I’ve been thinking about the good old days…or the idea of them, at least.
I don’t think I’m so old that there are “old days” yet for me. They are still close enough that I could pull off most of the stunts and still feel the burn of emotion the way I did then. Maybe this is the way it will always be. Maybe not.
I like the phrase “advice is a form of nostalgia” from the video of Baz Lurhrmann reading the essay that Mary Schmich wrote.
Recently, I watched some movies I once thought were hillarious – Top Secret, Fletch, and Mall Rats. They were all horrible. In each were a few really good one liners, but overall, each was a waste of my time. Perhaps they would be more funny if I didn’t feel like I could have spent that time differently, spent it better. And maybe that’s what I’m missing in my life, now: time. Maybe that’s what creates the nostalgia.
Either way, I don’t have as much time as I did then. (You may read this widely, considering this to mean “free time” or to mean something more morbid. Both thoughts entertained me as I wrote, tonight.)
I’ve lived in Cleveland my entire life. I made several trips between my house and the outer suburbs and downtown today. As I did, I drove through a cross section of the neighborhoods that the city offers.
I think now, more than before, I see the city as if I am a stranger here. Everything is the same and I like the city, but I see things (like bridges or how few buildings are really in the skyline) that I didn’t ever pay attention to before here…but are the kinds of things I notice when I visit new places.
This is the most interesting thing that I’ve noticed about myself: the way I look at things is different. It has changed.
Now, here’s that video of that essay being read. It’s fun to watch once.
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