Nostalgia!

As an adult, I can easily feel nostalgic about an old childhood memory.

However, sometimes, the more I dig out this vague memory, the more I realise that I actually hated living it at that time!

Even more weird,What is even weirder is that although I have realised this contradiction, I still keep going to feel nostalgic.

After thinking a little bit about thatis question for a bit, the idea doesn’t seem so crazy.

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Memories of all these past selves keep going to liveliving within my mind, at least until I am able to remember something of them.

As an adult, I can easily feel nostalgic about an old childhood memory.

However, sometimes the more I dig outinto this vague memory, the more I realise that I actually hated living it at that time!

Even more weird, although I have realised this contradiction, I am still keep going to keep on feeling nostalgic.

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First I was a child; then I was a teenager; then I was a yound adult...

Memories of all these past selves keep going towill keep on liveing within my mind, at least until I am able to remember something of them.

Thus, when I catch an old memory wandering (around) in my mind, I rediscover it from a fresh perspective.

Have you ever felthad this feeling?

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However, sometimes the more I dig think about thise vague memory, the more that I realisze that I actually hated living it at that time!

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Are there other people living inside my head?

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Thus, when I catch an old memory wandering in my mind, I rediscoverview it from a freshnew perspective.

Perhaps thatis is what we call experience — the ability to analyse memories of the previous versions of ourselves, and, above all, to learn new things from them.