You know, it’s funny how we forget.
How when the mind looks back, all it wants to see is what was good.
People always say remember the good old days
But in reality, there never were any good old days.
We just remember what was good.
We forget that the past had just as much poison as our present
And let our hearts be the filter as the mind sifts away all that was wrong,
Because history is all the proof that we need to see
There has never been such a thing as “the good old days”.
People fight and covet, steal and murder
They make big mistakes, and then they make even bigger mistakes
They enjoy times of good peace in the midst of such stress.
Is that really any different from our world of today?
It’s just unfathomable, yet completely comprehensible, how we forget.
We forget the worst of the past in the midst of the worst of the present
We forget that the past had horrible things too
Because all we see is the discontent we are in at the moment.
But sometimes in that moment we do remember the worst of the past
And all at once our worlds can come crashing down because suddenly we realize
We built fake worlds of Past and Present, and in one step we found the flaw
So now they come crashing down.
You know, the mind has this filter
People are obsessed with pleasure.
It wants to remember what was good
Because deep down
We all have wished that only the good was reality.
In the quicksand of time
The forward march of seconds,
Our memories wind down
Our heartbeats slow
The mind forgets
All but a few.
We remember the good days
Because they were good days.
But I think that’s just a little sad.
How could we even fully know what is good
If bad never existed to show us?
It’s strange how people forget.