Nostalgia is such a mixed batch emotion

Remembering

Thinking back to times

When I was a child

How I loved life

Which games I enjoyed

How I woke up happy

How people seemed nice

Thinking back to times

When I was young

How I saw the world

Which issues bothered me

How I felt in the world

How people saw me

Thinking back to times

When I taught

How the students saw me

Which issues we debated

How they reacted

How teachers humiliated

Thinking back to times

When I make films

How the rich people saw me

Which values I was to embody

How they treated me

How unimportant I was

Thinking about now

How close ones left

Which people chose to stay

How did they decide to stay

How important my life is

Thinking about now

Do I connect the experiences?

Do I leave and move on?

Do I hold onto some?

Do I become someone else?

Do I embrace aloneness?

In the end

The problem is thinking

I can stop remembering
I can choose to look away
I can become immune
To memories of

Who they were
Who I was
Who I am