Oh, those good old days…fun times, weren’t they? Yet, some of us look back and thank our lucky stars to have survived the reckless abandon with which we lived. But that’s neither here nor there because those days are gone forever. Despite this obvious fact, many people remain enveloped in their nostalgia nearly as much as the butterfly who fails to come out of its cocoon. They will not move on, change views, learn or grow.
Pining for the way things used to be is not healthy behavior. Okay, maybe it’s a natural reaction to a major life event like a divorce or a death, but it should definitely not become a way of life. That’s not reality; it’s fantasy. I’m going out on a bit of a limb here but maybe we need to start looking at chronic wistfulness as a mental health issue. At the very least it should be considered as a defense mechanism. Or utilize it as a DSM diagnostic criteria for the diagnosis of other known disorders.
I’m grateful to live in the here and now, and I don’t look at the future with fear or regrets. I would like to see everyone have an opportunity to do the same. Hope is the cure for loss. We know that. It’s time to find better ways of delivering hope to all those people who haven’t yet found some. It could be the solution to political divide too: