An irony of nostalgia is that it often fails on an individual level. People occur to me who, in their later years, constantly went back and recounted slights or rationalized mistakes. Not so often have I been regaled with triumphant exploits or delightful adventures. The nature of the individual is to remember that which is unsatisfactory as unfinished, as though one is still working to make that memory turn out right.
In some sort of a reverse projection which I’m sure has a Freudian term many of the same individuals see in past society an ideal to which everything would be fine today if we just went back to how things were then. That ‘then’ was the setting for the failures haunting them today seems beyond them. We would now succeed if we could just do ‘that’ again.
We would fail. Again.
Mortality is functional. Buildings fall in. Monuments are covered by the earth. People die. But purpose does not. Purpose is cross-generational. Purpose adapts and anticipates the evolving environment and changes/grows accordingly. My love for history is in the evolution of human self-awareness and wisdom. Ghosts are only capable of haunting those who do not let go of the past.
The act of doing the same things again while expecting a different outcome is the definition of insanity. Have a purpose in life – change.
All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.