Sometimes nostalgia is exactly what it used to be. Perhaps it even improves with time. Merely being able to remember the emotions, the actions, the experience of time that has passed perhaps a decade ago. The sense of young curiosity and happiness really stirs up something from the deep.
Nostalgia works for this generation and the previous ones, but I cannot fathom the next generation to be able to get this utter and complete sensation caused by things in their childhood. You might think this doubt is folly, but I implore you to rethink it.
While I admit, many a childhood may differ considerably from mine. Alas, I can only use my own experience as a standpoint. Also, I will take a narrow line of experiences to explain myself.
Try to remember, what were the most influential bits of your time as a kid. Say, about 7 or 8. Now exclude the late nights with your friends, just hanging out, roller-skating, whatever. And family trips. These are repeating events, basically processes that take place almost completely independently from your place of origin, culture, family wealth, status, etc. What’s left?
A small amount of events and things. The things are special from your point of view. May it be a teddy, a sheep, a picture, a piece of fancy, a toy or a game. Perhaps a movie, a play. Perhaps a piece of the most beautiful music you had ever heard. Then think how many things you had seen or experienced by that time. Not as many as the kids nowadays. The pool from which the greatest experiences could come has grown wider. By a lot.
There is so much stuff in the world that pretty much everyone can get. Most of it is mostly remakes, just older stuff made shinier. There are hardly any new concepts, hardly any new attempts to make something revolutionary. With an overflow of information it is hard to make emotional connections with a small part of it. Hence, one will have a weaker sense of nostalgia, when being reminded of the small part. I cannot say for certain that this is how it is, as I was born when I was and as I was and am. As a corollary, I cannot see into the minds of the youngsters I see and I definitely cannot see how they will react emotionally in the future to the things of the past. It is just a hunch.
But what I know for certain is that I cannot imagine myself not getting emotional when I hear the words “Paris in the fall. The last months of the year, and the end of the millenium. The city holds many memories for me. Of cafés, of music, of love. And of death.” [cue epic music].
I know I am usually relatively adept at keeping my emotions in check, but some emotions are too strong to be controlled. “That damn goat!”
But for now, I shall leave you with friendzoning. It happens to all of us at some point of our lives. And it is always annoying. But it always keeps hope alive.