For me, it's songs.
When I hear a familiar combination of beats and notes play, I'm immediately immersed in an old memory. I can remember every detail: where I was, who I was with, how I felt. It becomes so vivid that I'm enveloped in what I was doing at the moment I was listening to the same song, I can ever remember what I was wearing. The memories usually hit me when I'm in the shower, and the thoughts wash over me like the shower water on my back. Sometimes it can make me feel like I'm on top of the world and I'm going to live forever, and sometimes it feels like I'm the smallest person on earth. But either way, I love going back to old memories.
I can listen to a song and suddenly, I'll be three years old singing puff the magic dragon with my mom and dad and my older brother in the car. I’m in our old red jeep cherokee and my mom is in the front seat and she’s singing with us and nothing is wrong. I cherish that time; the time with no responsibilities, the time where my mom held me so tight and I felt so safe. The time where I could reach up and hold my dad's hand, but my hand was so small that I could barely hold two of his fingers in mine. I can recall the safety of knowing that I was protected and loved.
That's my nostalgia.
And suddenly the song's over and I'm back in my bedroom, staring up at the rotating fan. And I think, this will one day be my nostalgia, I'll be in a car in the middle of New York City, or I'll be all alone in a secluded area with only my thoughts to accompany me, and I'll think back to this day. I'll be taken right back to where I am today, listening to the music humming in the background, and I'll be content. Because events are not eternal, but memories are.
I can hear the classical music resonating in my ears, listening to that music hours on end trying to study and calm my nerves before the ACT, I can remember the stress and pressure I felt to get the score my dad told me I needed to get. I remember feeling the beat in my chest, pulsing throughout my body at my favorite concert. I can feel the adrenaline filter through my veins and it gets to my head and I feel so giddy. I’m floating in the pool with the multicolored lights shifting below me, and I can vaguely hear the pulse, but I know it’s there, and I know this moment will be infinite in my memory.
That’s my nostalgia
That's why I try to incorporate music into my everyday activities, so I can remember where I was, who I was with, and what I was doing. I'm typically with the most important people in my life in my free time, and I want to remember each specific detail so I can look back when I am not with them, and I can remember exactly how I felt, and I can allow the nostalgia to embrace me.
When I hear a familiar combination of beats and notes play, I'm immediately immersed in an old memory. I can remember every detail: where I was, who I was with, how I felt. It becomes so vivid that I'm enveloped in what I was doing at the moment I was listening to the same song, I can ever remember what I was wearing. The memories usually hit me when I'm in the shower, and the thoughts wash over me like the shower water on my back. Sometimes it can make me feel like I'm on top of the world and I'm going to live forever, and sometimes it feels like I'm the smallest person on earth. But either way, I love going back to old memories.
I can listen to a song and suddenly, I'll be three years old singing puff the magic dragon with my mom and dad and my older brother in the car. I’m in our old red jeep cherokee and my mom is in the front seat and she’s singing with us and nothing is wrong. I cherish that time; the time with no responsibilities, the time where my mom held me so tight and I felt so safe. The time where I could reach up and hold my dad's hand, but my hand was so small that I could barely hold two of his fingers in mine. I can recall the safety of knowing that I was protected and loved.
That's my nostalgia.
And suddenly the song's over and I'm back in my bedroom, staring up at the rotating fan. And I think, this will one day be my nostalgia, I'll be in a car in the middle of New York City, or I'll be all alone in a secluded area with only my thoughts to accompany me, and I'll think back to this day. I'll be taken right back to where I am today, listening to the music humming in the background, and I'll be content. Because events are not eternal, but memories are.
I can hear the classical music resonating in my ears, listening to that music hours on end trying to study and calm my nerves before the ACT, I can remember the stress and pressure I felt to get the score my dad told me I needed to get. I remember feeling the beat in my chest, pulsing throughout my body at my favorite concert. I can feel the adrenaline filter through my veins and it gets to my head and I feel so giddy. I’m floating in the pool with the multicolored lights shifting below me, and I can vaguely hear the pulse, but I know it’s there, and I know this moment will be infinite in my memory.
That’s my nostalgia
That's why I try to incorporate music into my everyday activities, so I can remember where I was, who I was with, and what I was doing. I'm typically with the most important people in my life in my free time, and I want to remember each specific detail so I can look back when I am not with them, and I can remember exactly how I felt, and I can allow the nostalgia to embrace me.