last night, i dreamt of the dogs on my aunt’s farm many years ago, and all of my childhood delight and wonder flooded into my spirit in a tidal wave of yearning
Yearning
last night, i dreamt of the dogs on my aunt’s farm many years ago, and all of my childhood delight and wonder flooded into my spirit in a tidal wave of yearning
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Yearning is love’s way of showing itself. We may be caught up in the loss, but the essence is always love ❤️
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That’s lovely.
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The memories are perfect, a child’s view of things. My few attempts at recreating such a memory haven’t been what I hoped.
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I agree, sometimes re-creating memories isn’t successful. I think the dream state suspends reality in such a way that it allows for memories to retain their gauzy luster.
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‘Gauzy luster’, perfectly said.
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Nostalgia!
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Yes.
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Memories can be very hurtful sometimes.
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Yes they can.
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We grow up, but we never fully leave childhood behind us. Memories, good and bad, travel alongside us throughout our lives.
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Very true.
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