Nostalgia

Feeling nostalgic. Strong sentiment for things, that is my definition. Not necessarily for things passed.
I am nostalgic of a warm sun, a luminous fireplace, friendship.

Sometimes seeing people you used to know, years later, might be an opportunity to meet someone you never really met. Other times it just reassures you why you actually could never meet.
With time some people change, others are simply the same. Older, different haircut, more or less weight, different attitude, but simply the same in essence.

I never really understood the need to show off. These days, is it part of the new moral values?
Making yourself feel better by putting others down, I see. Fortunately, with age, somethings we learn to dismiss as quickly as a grain of sand. Whatever works for you, like I give a damn. And even without noticing it, I am getting on their nerves. People love to try and make others feel like shit but then get pissed if they don't? I don't see the logic in this, only a twisted fucked up notion of all things living.

I am not a perfect human being. Perfect and human don't actually match. But I do my best. It's sad tough, that for some people, their best, is making others feel worse... If not being the same, makes me bad, than I am. I am a bad ass with no shame whatsoever.

I am nostalgic of time.
Nostalgic of empathy.
Of a place when values were fought for, not bought off...