As I get older, 26 now I really feel the accumulation of lost loved ones and lovers starting to build, I often sit back home alone sometimes and recall all the good times I've had and the bad and really get overtaken by nostalgia tainted with sadness, anyone else get this feeling?
I walk by places I've been with women I loved and remember moments of the past and see them play out infront of me and it's borderline haunting, one of the hardest things about getting older seems to be this gradual accumulation of memories which you have to carry on your shoulders for the rest of your life.
Anyone else ever get this feeling? I'm starting to understand why some people feel the need to drop everything and move to another part of the country to get away from the past and the memories. Even effects your ability to be happy when your in the same situation you were in the past in terms of the stages of a relationship etc... Does it just mean that I need to find someone better than what's come before to forget everything? feels impossible though since I had someone who was one in a million and lost them primarily due to circumstances beyond my control (location/distance). Maybe It's even harder when you have nothing lasting like children to show for it but instead just memories....
Even my fucking bed has memories, of having sex numerous times in a day and laying together laughing with joy/ecstasy afterwards now the silence of the room and the empty space next to me gives me fuckin chills. Yes I have had/currently have other women since these past long term ones and temporarily I forget everything while having sex and so on but when I have a night alone in my house all the other memories rush back into my mind and fuck me up badly.
I just noticed and read this OP thread. Great topic.
I can relate, big time.
One of my most recent was right after the death of my Mom last year.
She had lived in the same place since my parents divorced in 1979.
We were staying at her place to be with her during the final days.
Once she had passed, the funeral home came and got her body.
My wife and I needed to get out, relax and eat something after that ordeal.
A couple hours later we returned and it was pretty late at night by then.
I paused, looked at the small porch and doorway area when it hit me.
I'd been coming to this same place to visit my mom for the past 35 years.
Now she was gone and I'd never be back here again to visit her.
That was a tough , emotional experience for me and it still chokes me up.