reminiscence

an overwhelming wave of nostalgia often washes over me as i reach an end. the conclusion of a season or year. when time spent with loved ones begins to wind down. the finish of a day, a week a month. reflection following these ends is, more often than not, filled with the sorrow and regret that i did not make anything more of the time than i did.

but i have come to terms that this feeling is inevitable, it has always come and will continue to do so forever more.

but more than that, i have also come to know that another emotion that always accompanies my nostalgia: hope. it is the guiding light that leads me through the darkness of my remorse to the new dawn. a brand new day awaits following every night filled with grief. a chance to do better and realize the dreams you dreamed the sleep before.