I’ve always liked this quote. It’s funny how we tend to romanticize the past; memories are always richer and more profound than the moment we are living in. Why do you think that is? Maybe we need time to process things before they have that weight and meaning? I feel like I’m always reminding myself to stay present — but no matter how much I am enjoying whatever I’m currently engaged in, it’s always more significant when I’m looking back on it days, weeks or years later. An odd phenomenon, isn’t it?
What are your thoughts on this…do you feel this way?