Is it simply human nature for us to be always reminiscing about the past, wishing we could somehow just go back in time? Sometimes i try to convince myself its due to this period of uncertainty. But life is always uncertain. At the back of my mind, I know there will come a time when I will be missing this period as well. Because thats just how life works.
Yet, as much as I tell myself to live in the present, the memories are triggered so easily. And they are stacked like dominos, one leads to another to another and idk where it ends