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Got inspired by an english exam. God help me. Sometimes I’m so lame it physically hurts me to think about it. Nonetheless, lets talk about better days.
First of all what a top song by Ed Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. It peaks. Makes me want to drive to the country and smoke illegal substances whilst making love to a rugged Ryan Gosling look a like (this could be an exaggeration).
Ed Sharpe aside, when life gets tough I always like to think there are better days coming. I’m getting ‘this too shall pass‘ vibes. Now whilst the idea of hoping for better days is certainly a great step in the direction of optimism and possible Kung Fu Panda-style enlightenment, I think it’s also a horrible trap.
Often we look back in some kind of nostalgic daydream to times gone by, wishing we could return to the days of old. It’s all very Gatsby to be honest. We hold these memories of the past in such high esteem that we end up placing them on this pedestal upon which moment they became tragically unobtainable. Our idea of better days becomes this warped utopian symbol for everything we want in life and more importantly most likely everything we won’t ever achieve.
Similarly, we often use look to the future in the hope that better days are coming. John Green says: “Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia…You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
John Green understands life on crazy levels.
I could very easily try and get through life remembering the amazing week I spent with overseas falling madly in love with my very own Ryan Gosling (again, a gross exaggeration on all fronts), hoping to one day to return to such a place and rekindle our eternal love. Or very similarly, I could spend my days daydreaming about the day in the future when I have done enough squats to have Kim Kardashian’s ass and enough surgery to have her boobs. But it’ll never happen. These better days are just an illusion. And if I ever do achieve any of these things, I’ll spend my life wishing I could have a normal size booty that allowed me to fit through doors. I’ll never be satisfied with my better days, no mater how real they become.
Whilst remembering the past or looking forward in the hope of better days, we forget to live in the now. So carpe diem etc etc. Quit waiting for better days and start enjoying the best days, the ones that are happening right now.