Nostalgia

n. a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.” from Oxford Languages

Nostalgia is derived from the Greek word nostos, meaning “a return home”. This alone can evoke so much emotion, in addition to a deep longing for something that happened in the past. All the feelings permanently etched in with that memory, the guttural reaction to incidents already transpired, leading to a re-enactment in our heart of what has been, and perhaps what never will be.

What is the purpose of this? The fondness forever tied to seemingly inconsequential events, random happenings that bear no specific use for later, other than to remind us of happier times. Going to grandma’s house for endless treats, walking down the same street where I once played as a child with friends….

A warm hug for my heart in troubling times. A return “home“.

Chronophobia

n. a persistent, intense fear of time or of time passing” from Oxford Languages

How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon.

December is here before it’s June.

My goodness how the time has flewn.

How did it get so late so soon?” ~ Dr. Seuss

How did it get so late so soon? In the blink of an eye it is already June. It is such a paradox each day can seem never ending yet a month can go by without a flicker of additional thought. What constitutes as worthy of memory? Is there in intrinsic factor that makes it ineffaceable?

This passing of time seems like a loss; a continual, inexorable loss. An inability to hold onto what has transpired, destined to be fleeting, destined to leave you longing for the good times to stay a little longer.

Perhaps this is what makes it ineffaceable, knowing you can never have it again.