Reading a post about solitude from this blog rekindled feelings of nostalgia within me. I can’t seem to remember when I last felt this way. Maybe I was in denial, or maybe I just pushed the feeling into the recesses of my subconscious. I don’t really now. All I know is, getting reminded of what being Nostalgic feels like is like you being visited by a long lost friend.
Let’s try and take a step back and think happy thoughts. Try and remember the very first happy memory that you have. What made that memory meaningful? Why was it the first happy memory you could remember? What makes it really stand out among all the others?
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