The Good Old Days

The Good Old Days

I remember t-shirt weather. I remember the sun on my skin. I remember the breeze running through my hair. I remember meeting every day in the same place. I remember all our secret places and the names that we gave them. I remember singing along to all our favourite songs. I remember those moments when neither of us could remember the next line and got stuck. I remember walking about with a 1€ coin in my back pocket and still feeling like I owned the world. I remember feeling like all my life was still ahead of me. I remember the hope for the future. I remember the love. I don‘t remember when everything started to go wrong. I‘m sure if I push myself, the memory will come, clear as fresh water from a mountain spring. But do I want that memory in my head? I wouldn‘t say so. The present is bad enough, the future may bring even worse. But the past belongs to me. The past is in my power and I can choose how to view it. What to keep and what to throw away. I remember. To hell if I don‘t. I remember so many bad days. So many bad feelings. But I‘m in control. I control them, they don‘t control me. I remember the love. I remember the laughter. I remember the complicity, the fun. Let‘s leave it at that. What will I remember about today? Will I remember the good things that I cannot see now? Why do we only ever see the good things in hindsight? We always wish we could turn back time to the good old days, but maybe the good old days are happening now.