A song from the past

There something about old music. It always seems so much better. Whether is some happy music like 'Wake me up'! Some old Whitney Houston song or bloody murder with Cannibal Corpse.

I began to think today, of how that music was so much better than this. The old so much better than the new. Those days seem much better and everything that came with it.I guess that's why the music seems better too. When I heard the song ' Cecelia ' by Simon and Garfunkel today, I felt all warm and fuzzy inside, thinking on and on in my head of how nice and warm these old songs really are..only to realise that the reason I felt that way was because I remembered an old friend. See I had a friend who I probably would've done anything for, and I remembered her and how she used to sing this song and how the two of us would sing songs sitting right at the back of our class in school and I felt nice. I remembered those times and sighed at how good they were. As the tracks kept changing I was taken into moments in my life, that, though they seem forgotten, remain nicely tucked away for comfort, so that when I go and take off the blanket from it, I'm reminded of all things warm and fuzzy.
It could be another city and another life, so far away from today. And boy, was it so much sweeter. It could be a lonely day of cycling without a care and I feel warm again. A sudden memory of a Petrol bunk that I passed by a lot, and I feel warm again, and wonder how sweet it all had been.
A sudden smell, sound or even a quiet breeze that seemed to have traveled miles just from the past and into your now, so you remember... could take you back to a place tucked away from all the other memories. A place, where your happy thoughts could stay happy. And when that travel happens on the most unexpected afternoons, all you can do is smile.

So it's not the songs that were better, but your idea of life before. Before it all happened. Whatever the "it" is. Life before you knew. Just life before.

And then I realised. How much time I spent, listening to all these old songs and thinking of the sweet yesterday's gone by, that while I was there, in that yesterday, I cried of an earlier yesterday. And that's what life becomes? A deep longing for a yesterday gone, in a today that will be longed for tomorrow.

That's deplorable.

How could I miss a today [that I may not appreciate right now], at a later time far away in some tomorrow? In all honesty, all those yesterday's sucked donkey shit, and yet somehow, they seem better?
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And thus, I am forced to rethink, change sides, reevaluate and reconquer the meaning of everything so lost and yet utterly profound.

If I appreciate my today,I'll never miss a yesterday again!

Insightful.