A Poem: Hey

In the future
You could look back at now
And think hey those
Times weren’t so bad.

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My body is stiff, My face is old.

After many years, I’m not as bold.

My life is flashing before my eyes.

Slow down the ride, I’ve yet to say my goodbyes.

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Love your work! Friggin inspirational!

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Someone told me nostalgia is a symptom of low adaptability (ability to cope with change).

Maybe they were right. I tend to paint my own past in warmer and brighter colors than it often deserves. I glorify my teenage years, although nothing truly special happened then, except being pampered both at home and in school. I regret the days at uni, having so much free time, even though I was dealing with undiagnosed depression and social anxiety. I even feel nostalgic about early years with this illness, arguing that I did whatever I pleased all day long, unlike now when I am employed again.

Mind-bending, isn’t it?! :thinking:

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I don’t think my current times are bad.

First years of psychosis with hospitalizations that was hard.

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