I missed the spring. I missed warm nights. I miss having dreams.
I made it guys. I remember dreaming about the days I drive my own car with the windows down, on a warm night, listening to music and enjoying the weather. While that is part of my life I value, I have become blind to it. The euphoric and aesthetic experience became more dull as time went on. Something I thought was due to the “it’s getting old”, but was really just a matter of forgetfulness. Tonight I took a minute alone and enjoyed a moment driving in my car. Because I got lost in the moment, I smelled the outside spring air, the beautiful stars and clouds in the night sky, the old nostalgic music.
It’s interesting the way we look at life and dream about the future, but then when we get there we miss the good old days. These dreams fade from this valuable standpoint we once had and disappear from this dimension of aesthetic essence. Some say this is due to growing up and it’s just part of life. But something I noticed is as humans the more we do something that once was important, the less important to us it becomes. Or in other words, “I’m used to it”.
We don’t want to forget
we don’t want to let this lie sneak in
We want to regret
we want to let this dream, keep it
The more we let these things lose value
the longer we have to deal with the bad truth
that some things do stay forever
but most things we don’t remember