Run Wild
Some things are never the same. They never compare to something else. They are their own, and nothing else can ever replace them.
It can’t replace the feeling it first had on you. From discovery, there was a bond. Maybe it was formed based on a sense of commitment or partnership to it. Maybe you flat out hated it. But you were never going to be the same ever again.
It can’t replace the mark it began to leave on you. You softened, and maybe it softened with you. You found its hidden compartments, secrets it was ready to expose only to the willing, prepared, and worthy.
It can’t replace the impact it’s made on your life. If it’s still with you, you think about how you couldn’t live without it, even for a day. If you no longer have it, you reminisce about when you did, thinking to what you would with one more day with it in your reach.
The latter, that feeling of nostalgia, is a powerful beast. Left unchecked, it can morph into melancholy, overwhelming you and all your senses to the point they become dull. Kept under wraps, it screams to get out. It claws and begs to be let free and show you the wonders of the past. However, that is often just as destructive, leaving the door open for anything to fly in your face. What it requires is an outlet. Often, that is easier than most imagine.
Take a walk on that day with the breeze blowing and the fluffy white clouds against the background of a piercing blue sky. Play that game that you think of when you feel that midwinter sun. Send a letter to an old flame, simply because you have thought about them once again. Run wild with the ambition to live those times that have stuck with you. There are no set limits to what thinking of the past can hold. Allow yourself the luxury of believing in what was, because the feeling will never leave you.
While they are many other things that encompass the human experience, your memories are you, and they are what make you who you are today.