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I used to long for the good old days,

dwelling on the past

in an attempt to recapture

the quality of feeling

I fancied was present back then,

but found lacking in the present.

An idealized version of reality

that owed its existence

to a faulty recollection

and was perpetuated

thanks to a misunderstanding

of the nature of time itself.

I now realize that

constantly living in the past

isn’t living at all:

That living thus

means life is passing you by;

that living is a verb

that only remains so in the present.

That whether

the “good old days”

were, or weren’t,

that’s not what’s happening now!

23 February 2016

Tim Konrad