Those good old days

It's a new year and everyone is full of promise and optimism. Promise of eating less, exercising more, working harder and travelling farther. Everyone is claiming that "this is the year" that things will be different. My eyes roll back into my head as I scroll through the self-obsessed Facebook, Instagram and Twitter posts that are trying to be appear genuine and original. The is depressing to say the least. Let me be the first to say, I'm not innocent in this crime. Maybe it's because I haven't had any major updates of my own lately so the incessent one-up-manship taking place across my social platforms seems more intense than ever.

My thoughts on these matters were bolstered by a new song by Macklemore (of which I've been listening to repeatedly for days). Helped by a catchy hook, the "Good old days" questions whether we are spending too much time thinking about the past or worrying about the future instead of living in the now. Give it a listen here if you haven't heard it yet. My favourite lines are below. 

Never thought we’d get old, maybe we’re still young
May we always look back and think it was better than it was
Maybe these are the moments
Maybe I’ve been missing what it’s about
Been scared of the future, thinking about the past
While missing out on now
We’ve come so far, I guess I’m proud
And I ain’t worried about the wrinkles around my smile
I’ve got some scars, I’ve been around
I’ve thrown some pain, I’ve seen some things, but I’m here now
Those good old days
— GOOD OLD DAYS by Macklemore

So as my social feeds flood with minute by minute updates, proclamations of love to those sitting beside one another on the couch, and photos of the latest shopping venture, perhaps we should take a moment to simply live in the present. To stop posting about what we just did and refrain from whinging about what the future should hold and instead just, do. 

Only yesterday, a relative was online criticising people who are engaging in politics. Whether the argument was fair or not, instead of posting on Facebook about it, I'd challenge that relative to volunteer some time to educate voters, maybe hand out some flyers for a local candidate, or actually throw his hat into the political ring. Even if the argument he was making was fair (for the record, it was littered with problems), posting about it on Facebook wasn't going to make any material change in the issue. 

Some day, we'll look back on today. If we're living our best life, we'll think fondly of the good old days. But what if we look back and wish we would have done things differently? We're not getting any younger. Time is running out for all of us. I'm sure many of us already know what it's like to look back and regret things that we did or didn't do. I do. I look back on high school and wish I wouldn't have been so worried about what other people thought of me. I wish I wouldn't have worked so much during university and instead made a few more friends and went to a few more parties. I wish somebody would have told me then that those days would be my good old days. I may have missed some magic of those days but I won't repeat the same mistakes about how I'm living now. 

I will try to stop worrying so much about the future - what I'll do, who I'll spend it with, where I'll be, if I'll have children, and the health of my family and friends. I will stop worrying so much and simply enjoy these days, whatever they may bring. After all, they will be my good old days before I know it.