Yesterday’s stroll down memory lane while finally sorting through decades of family photos, stirred up more thoughts about my past than expected. I wonder why we sometimes dwell on a period of our life remembered fondly, and for some, wistful to experience them again. So what’s the value in recalling these younger, impactful times when few responsibilities allowing doors to experiences and experiments?
This Canvas Called Life
This Canvas Called Life
This Canvas Called Life
Yesterday’s stroll down memory lane while finally sorting through decades of family photos, stirred up more thoughts about my past than expected. I wonder why we sometimes dwell on a period of our life remembered fondly, and for some, wistful to experience them again. So what’s the value in recalling these younger, impactful times when few responsibilities allowing doors to experiences and experiments?