Like any of those vastly in contact with all
sorts of communications, we are bombarded with notions of nostalgia, and what
the concept means. It’s been mostly 80s and some 90s already, but not all of
these are mine. Not all belong to me. In fact, I think it might not be uncommon
to find people used with one faint simulacrum of the concept, and I’ve been one
of those for a long time.
It’s the idea of crests in here, as one gets to
assimilate the nostalgia that is from one’s own past. Some people consider
nostalgic feelings only those people talk about like movies and games and
happenings from a certain period. Those are the ones that are more easily going
to affect most people, because they are more widespread. But the closer we get
to our own crests, experiences and memories, the more we are in touch with that
special kind of nostalgia that fewer and fewer people are able to share with
us.
The reason why I am talking about this is
because it takes a certain effort to acknowledge the preciousness of our own
independent nostalgia. We are all drawn towards the “big culture” and all that
can be shared that we have to teach
ourselves how to appreciate our own experiences
As someone who has grown in a small city, I
have the curse and gift that is to have in my memories hundreds of experiences
that can’t be shared with mostly no one except family and childhood friends
(with whom I have little to no contact nowadays). But once one learns their
independence of memories, the identification of the true crests can really
begin.
