>Nostalgic with the temporal ..
>Nostalgia hovers over the skies like a bad after taste, waiting to be washed down with memories of lullabies that tune out the harshness that leave your heart sunken cold. Our desire to feel connected to a community, the feeling of belonging leaves us uneasy and nauseous to permanencies of new territories. We hop on forth from place to place, attaching our selves in bubbles of laughters, warmth and even pain. We yearn for a connectedness in bodies with souls once met in lifetimes far away from here. Our yearning to be idealized in frames that portray our self-maintained and constructed Self, loses its very meaning in the illusions we hold when forcing on masks unlike what mirrors our inner beings.
Nostalgia tells us of another time when things were a little better, a little brighter, and a lot like home. But what is home if not engulfed in the heart, if not encapsulated in the moments that we share with one another. My problem with nostalgia is that it occupies our present moment, leaving us missing out on what is, because of what was. Nostalgia tells me that things tasted a little sweeter in times that occupied spaces before this one. Nostalgia reflects on memory dependent on a period so limited, the self is misled to realize that our time now is only temporal. Our infinite moments await what today writes for tomorrow. Yet, our infinite moments may suffer because of our inability to face up and walk against the norm … or celebrate because a little sacrifice and devotional givings.
Our nostalgia should be for a time that stands tall in the finality of our existence. A longing for being. A need to be with the essence. A reminiscence in returning to Him.