The passing of time

Watching music videos like the one in my About me from the 2010s transmits a really strong feeling to me... The slow slideshow of low-quality pictures taken from Google, while the music plays in the background reminding me of past times, it turns into a capsule of nostalgia.

I used to watch these kind of videos on the living room's TV with my dad, really late at night, with dim warm lights. Now, years after, the memories the very old videos bring are of all kinds of wholesome moments from when I was a kid: the summer nights at the countryside having bbq, the long car rides at night, all the times my mom would tuck me in bed... Somehow the videos weren't present in any of those moments, but it's as if they gently played a song of warmth over those memories.

I can't seem to fully grasp the passing of time yet. When I look back to my childhood I don't comprehend how all of that is gone, and looking forward I feel scared of what's to come, not fully understanding neither myself nor the world. These videos are like a warm hug from the past, my parents saying "everything will be ok" and all the worries in my body leaving momentarily.

I have hope. Maybe sooner than later things will get easier, maybe I'll be able to feel whole like I did as a kid.