Allow Yourself To Be Nostalgic And See What Happens
Do we really have to live for the future all the time? What if you made time to actively think about the old times?
I frequently find myself consumed with day to day life, I forget to take a moment to look back at all the things worth remembering.
It’s easy to do in today’s hectic lifestyles. There’s always something urgent to attend to, always someone who needs 10 minutes of your time, every 5 minutes. It’s easy to forget to take a breath, pause and take in the past.
I thought I was a nostalgic guy. I often daydream about the old times, all the childhood memories with old friends, old places, old events. I bore my kids with repeated tales from the past.
What I didn’t realise until I started writing a post about my first childhood memories with food that I actually have a lot more memories buried inside me than I realised.
You see, I have been looking after my mother who has been sick every few weeks for at least the last couple of years, and it was really getting to me. I sometimes wondered if she subconsciously gets herself ill just for a bit of attention. I know, it was a horrible thing to think, but I was stressed out. I needed a change.
Then I wrote a blog where I took dialled up my nostalgia and put myself in the shoe of my 7–8 year old self. I remembered fondly of the rare occasions when my Mum had a day off work and we would go to the local cafe together, and she would always order me the same hot Ovaltine to drink.
That act of actively remembering those old days brought back the feelings of love from my Mum. I found myself sobbing like a kid. I forgot about the stress I am living in trying to meet her frequent demands for attention, support, warmth, love.
Guess what? I’m still stressed!
I am still stressed out from having to constantly run around, but I no longer think all the awful thoughts. I no longer think she’s giving me stressed just for a bit of attention. Because I remember the love, the sacrifices she made for me and my siblings when she was younger.
From this experience, I realise sometimes a bit of active nostalgia can be a good thing. What I mean by active is rather than drifting into a memory, you make a conscious effort to remember a good time from your past. Try remember the details, what was it that made it a good?






