Time has a way of sweetening bygone troubles,
Our one-time pains become distant mumbles.
The past we dream of is just an illusion,
Similar to a New Year's resolution.
But like children, we persist,
For an era that does not exist.
Nostalgia tells the loveliest lie,
A lie we cannot deny,
And it hides behind a mask,
A mask we call the past.
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Author:
Struggler (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 3rd, 2021 10:03
- Category: Reflection
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But nostalgia can also tell us of the wonderful times we DID have.
Andy
Yes, I totally agree with you. But I also believe that our longing for nostalgia and the "good times" clouds our memory and makes our true existing memories sweeter than what they were.
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