I find it funny (not funny haha, funny strange) how music can bring to the surface emotions and memories that you think were gone forever. Listening to certain music brings back memories of times, places and persons from so many years ago. It’s like a different me lived them. I see, hear, and even feel the sensations, but hardly recognize the person that experienced them. It’s somebody that I used to know. Somebody I used to understand. And somebody I sometimes wish I still was.
The fearlessness has been replaced with the strict, conscious weighing of responsibility to the reward the experience would bring. With the longing for the carefree abandon of rushing in now comes the knowledge of what can be lost by the consequence of rash decision.
The feelings sometimes weigh heavily on the older mind, but memories serve as both a comfort and warning to those that are open to them. Reminiscing brings forth both the ache for what’s past, and the shocking revelation of the knowledge gained from it.
The key is to live in the present, acknowledging the past and all it has done to shape the person I’ve become and keep my eye on the future by putting that knowledge to use.

