Reveling in the Past
Have you ever listened to the radio after hours? As in after midnight?
I just find it so refreshing. There's no Justin Bieber (did I spell that correctly? I'm too lazy to google his name) or Lady Gaga or anyone else that usually clutters mainstream radio these days. This particular station that I've been listening to for the past few days plays music from my childhood, you know, stuff from the 90s and earlier where Justin Bieber probably was still in pre-school or not even born yet. To me, those were the days music actually made sense, when I look back on it now, I find that I could relate. There aren't many people that can do that these days.
I love some parts of my past because it reminds me of the times where everything wasn't as complicated, where I didn't have to make such hard decisions and where I didn't have to worry about what the hell is wrong with the male species. My hardest decision, according to the good people of Facebook, was to pick the colour of a crayon.
Am I being cowardly? Dwelling in the past? Or is this merely a reflection of something that I can never return to, no matter how much I really want to.
I know everyone has their preference of a music decade but the 90s is mine, I actually lived through it. Sure, I don't remember when Kurt Cobain died, I was four, but it holds the memories I keep close to me and even some I'd love to forget.
So how 'bout it guys? Is delving into your past, or more specifically your childhood, more refreshing than the stifling complexities of today?
I've heard that you can avoid the complex by learning from past experiences, so reveling may not be so bad after all.