I've been reminiscing on the past a lot recently. I'm not sure if its just normal nostalgia or being astroturfed by my current perspective. Either way it strikes me how memories present themselves in a way that almost always seems more appealing than the present.
I don't think its simply because things were better back then although they certainly were. The farther back something happened the the more timeless the event feels. You don't really think about it terms of days and hours passing. It just seems like one constant moment that exists outside of time. Its like a genre of your existence. Viewing the whole simply as a never ending moment. Of course it did end and that's how you ended up here. But in memory, its almost like peeking at the fourth dimension.