Reflections on the past to guide the present: A personal essay

To me, nostalgia is certainly a complex emotion, a bittersweet feeling that is a reconciliation between simultaneous emotions of comfort and loss.
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To me, nostalgia is certainly a complex emotion, a bittersweet feeling that is a reconciliation between simultaneous emotions of comfort and loss.
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Whatever you may be doing on a Friday night, it’s the end of the week — relax, kick back and rewind. Throw this playlist on for easy, chill beats!
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These pieces of paper are priceless — not just because I didn’t pay for most of them. They’re the closest thing I have to physically collecting my memories.
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Music is a vessel to hold our experiences, our many selves. It gives us words (and a drumbeat) for every moment of euphoria and every strain of heartbreak.
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Yet behind that desire for the simplicity of the past are hidden political implications. With every era comes the political context behind it — the media we elect to intake may reflect a sense of rose-tinted denial about bygone days.
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After spending the summer back in my childhood bedroom, the walls of my new apartment in Berkeley will seem uncharacteristically, almost blindingly white.
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Granted I am 19 now and spending my days making fake phone calls to people who don’t exist would certainly raise some valid concerns. But those unburdened years — spent pursuing entirely made-up occupations from the comfort of my living room — seemed valuable to me.
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Platonic love is a slow, sustained burn with bright flashes of color, like throwing salts into a fire. By necessity or otherwise, I think queer people have always known this
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In January 2008 my family moved from Fort Worth, Texas, to Lancaster, California. My dad had gotten a new job, and my little brother and I—at the ripe ages of seven and nine—were in anguish. Our lives were over. We cried a lot, both before and after the move. We
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There are good odds that you brought over a few remnants of your childhood. It’s important to be able to get some utility out of these items — otherwise, it’s just additional junk you have sitting around in your living space.
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