And now this exact phrase has been hijacked by some regime plant grievance grifter as code to ignore the terrorism of a hostile culture, imported by the regime to grind down the population.
Yeah I agree the 90s were the end. It’s the last time it felt like the country might actually be for the people.
I could say the same about the songs of the sixties- our own innocence is mourned, when hope was still alive. Now we have to kick it to remember. Thanks for a new kick!
No one likes getting old, Chris. We all look back favorably on habituations; music food, smells, idioms, relationships and ignorance/fearlessness that shaped who we are today. In a way, our past has become a our psychological safe zone, free of our insecurities about our futures and more so, futures of our families. Our ignorance of youth has died and fallen away. Echoes of our pasts, triggers mourning for our lost past. We were to busy navigating new responsibilities endowed by adulthood. Time to time we will reflect ours pasts, only to expose our forgotten stages of mourning. Unfortunately, we live in this physical world where the arrow of time drags us, often kicking and screaming into an uncertain future. Time spreads our unrecognized mourning(s) over decades. We often trivialize ancient rights of passage ceremonies. They provide very import functions to us personally, they celebrate our progress and a mourning of our fading pasts.
And now this exact phrase has been hijacked by some regime plant grievance grifter as code to ignore the terrorism of a hostile culture, imported by the regime to grind down the population.
Yeah I agree the 90s were the end. It’s the last time it felt like the country might actually be for the people.
I could say the same about the songs of the sixties- our own innocence is mourned, when hope was still alive. Now we have to kick it to remember. Thanks for a new kick!
Simpler much better times which I dearly miss.
No one likes getting old, Chris. We all look back favorably on habituations; music food, smells, idioms, relationships and ignorance/fearlessness that shaped who we are today. In a way, our past has become a our psychological safe zone, free of our insecurities about our futures and more so, futures of our families. Our ignorance of youth has died and fallen away. Echoes of our pasts, triggers mourning for our lost past. We were to busy navigating new responsibilities endowed by adulthood. Time to time we will reflect ours pasts, only to expose our forgotten stages of mourning. Unfortunately, we live in this physical world where the arrow of time drags us, often kicking and screaming into an uncertain future. Time spreads our unrecognized mourning(s) over decades. We often trivialize ancient rights of passage ceremonies. They provide very import functions to us personally, they celebrate our progress and a mourning of our fading pasts.