[di meliora]

The other night some friends and I spent some time remembering the past, primarily the music we had enjoyed and still do. Listening to oldies brought back many memories. What struck me was how numerically superior the good memories are. Despite a challenging childhood, there also were many good times that should not get shunted into a corner.

Shortly thereafter, happenstance intruded. I came across an article on nostalgia that concludes:

And as we reflect backwards, we can't help but become more yearningly aware that (like it or not) our lives will continue to march forwards. . . . To our ultimate destiny of--or date with--oblivion. http://www.psychologytoday.com/colle...esence-absence

Rather depressing thoughts but true, I suppose. The mood of the article perfectly suits the weather here today - rainy, gloomy, grey, depressing. I agree with the author, but I try not to get depressed EVERY TIME I reminisce about the past. Especially happy times. Reliving them in my mind can make me happy, and sometimes inspire me to do something similar in the present. I almost like the title better than the article