Nostalgia

Autumn is a particularly extraordinary time of year for me. I believe it may have to do with the end of a hot period, i.e., summer. The cooling down towards winter and advancement to a new year could be another reason for this viewpoint. Then too October is my birth month. Perhaps it’s a connection to my school year beginning. For 13 years I was a student and knew Fall as a time to walk into classrooms to add to my knowledge and understanding after a summer of rest.

Since those school years were very influential, I have an affinity for this time of year. This is not to conclude that it is my only nostalgic time but rather a perpetual impacting. I feel the cooler breezes. I hear the rustling of leaves in the trees preparing to fall upon the ground. I see the shortening of daylight. Combined with many other fall events, I begin the recollection of days gone by.

Now that I am older, and hopefully wiser, I sit and assess life as it passes. My wish is that it would slow down. I want to dream more. There are things I would like to do, and do again or do over. If I am not careful I find myself wasting valuable time in the land of my past. Yet I cannot totally fault this waste because it gives me greater appreciation for the simple things I took for granted in days gone by.

Not only is it things I reminisce about, but I reflect on family and friends that I knew during those times. Some of them I miss greatly. There have been those who have added great value to my life by speaking positively in to my life. My parents were more confident in me than I was in myself. Even in their lack they gave me so much. They expressed pride in what I did and who I had become as a young man. I respected them and other mentors who influenced my life.

My longing for days gone by is not commanding for an extensive period of time. My feelings for those times are just long enough to make me cherish the present memorable moments. This lets me know my past had valuable moments and relationships. I know quite well that I cannot relive in actuality the memories, but I can certainly have times of nostalgia. The moments of recall need to contribute to my present and future. Then they too can be shared with others for their benefit.

I may not be popular or well known. My wisdom may be minuscule compared to others in this world. But I remain a contributor to someone somewhere. The assignment of living must be done with the best intentions for the best results possible. It is up to me to demonstrate a hope in spite of any negative happening. The positive events of my life remain the nostalgia I want to hold on to.