Old Songs, Old Stories, Old Selves!

This evening, an old song shuffled onto my playlist . One I hadn’t heard in years.. Within seconds, I was transported back to the college canteen, laughing with people I don’t even talk to now.

Nostalgia is such a sneaky little thing. One random song, the smell of rain on mud, or a half-forgotten ringtone and boom, you’re thrown back.. Back to simpler times, messier times, heartbreaks and belly laughs.. Nostalgia doesn’t knock, it kicks the damn door open, plonks itself on the couch of your heart, and refuses to budge.

And maybe that’s the whole deal. In a world drunk on “what’s next,” nostalgia is our rude, beautiful reminder of “what was.”. It whispers that we’ve lived, loved, lost, cried ugly, laughed till our ribs hurt.. It’s the undeniable proof that we weren’t just getting by, we were alive.

But nostalgia isn’t about drowning in the past.. It’s about stealing a little light from it when the present feels too heavy to carry.. It’s the fuel that reminds us who we once were, so we don’t forget who the hell we’re becoming.

So the next time that old school song or the smell of your mom’s cooking hits you in the gut.. let it. That’s your soul screaming, “Hey, remember? You’ve always carried magic within you.”