Even when I’m feeling miserable, I look back at that point of my life a year or two later and it seems absolutely magical.
In the moment I was living it, there were magical moments interspersed with long debilitating periods of nothingness which were the hard parts.
When we look back in retrospect, we remember the high points. The magical moments. we tend to forget the long boring dull moments or excruciating pain and effort required to earn the magical moments.
What’s interesting is that people who are generally unhappy have brains that work differently. They look back and they only see the negatives, and forget the good times. I have a family member like that and it’s really difficult, for them and for people who love them.
Even when I’m feeling miserable, I look back at that point of my life a year or two later and it seems absolutely magical.
In the moment I was living it, there were magical moments interspersed with long debilitating periods of nothingness which were the hard parts.
When we look back in retrospect, we remember the high points. The magical moments. we tend to forget the long boring dull moments or excruciating pain and effort required to earn the magical moments.
And that’s why we romanticize the past.
What’s interesting is that people who are generally unhappy have brains that work differently. They look back and they only see the negatives, and forget the good times. I have a family member like that and it’s really difficult, for them and for people who love them.