Remembering the Glory Days
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I find myself thinking about the “Good Old Days” a lot lately. This is not just a condition of thirty-somethings like me. A surprising number of twenty-somethings I know are doing it to
Telling War Stories
There is some value in sitting around with your friends telling stories about our pasts. It is how we come to know each other.
With increasing frequency, I have noticed that stories are not shared as memories, but as a wish for a return to our glory days.
We are propelled forever into the future, writing ever more moments of our lives into the past. Everything changes. What is important is that we do not allow ourselves to become mired in the past. We can learn from our past, but there is no known power in the cosmos that will allow us to return to a time already lived.
When a chapter closes, we have to turn the page and write the best words we can on the page.
The Best is yet to come
Believe me. Several times, I have thought my best days were behind me. The though enters all of our minds from time to time. The fact is, it is easier to look back than it is to look forward. We know the past.
Might I suggest we learn how to know the future.
We have to find a way to have all three. That is why I am thankful to Gene Roddenberry. Star Trek gave me a vision of the future that is hard to strip away from my eyes. The world I want to live in doesn’t exist yet. I have too much work to do to waste time looking back.