Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:Spiritual Republic of Caryton wrote:
I thought me turning 17 and being thrown into my senior year this May would bring me one step closer to achieving what I've never gotten before. The very phrase which reduced me to a teary mental breakdown a few posts ago in reference to me being trapped in relative toxicity while grandparent-ly people of faith were just out of reach-- never noticing me: "When will the time come for tea with Ms. Dorothy?". Pushing aside the fact that those people, from extended family to warm-hearted strangers that smiled at twelve year old me visiting a nativity play for the first of the last time, have passed on and I will never get to be in their presence-- I have never felt farther away from the ideals that I desire. I converted into the LDS church as my display of 'teenage rebellion", I've dealt with faith crises based on my sexuality, I'm unprepared for adulthood in less than 2 years with no ability to get a job in highschool and college is going to slam me in the face. I look forward to baptism and a new community, but you don't know how much it stings to not be able to be in that lutheran church of white-washed wood and christmas cookies throughout all of those years. Part of me listening to that somewhat inspirational radio broadcast that prompted this discussion is this: society is changing, and it is unforgiving. People are cruelly accepting it. They don't consider the other side, contrarians who conversely want to go back to something that feels like home, yet the entire world is out to destroy that home and keep it away for as long as possible-- such as the case with me personally.
You seem to yearn for a time capsule, no offense. It doesn’t seem like it’s about a set of values as much as a sense of loss because you have departed loved ones. We all have lost someone. I often find myself remembering going horseback riding with my late grandfather and wish I could do that again. Because I perceive that as a wholesome time in which my immediate family was still complete and alive. We can’t go back in time.
It’s one thing to obfuscate the cruel reality of now for a bit and another to wish for an idilic “past” that is no more. You have to seek to make the best of what you do have. Fears are understandable, just don’t cancel the present out of a heightened sense of nostalgia. Don’t view the past as “better”, because it more than likely wasn’t better. You can definitely be here, be now, and improve if you so wish to and abandon the idea of a past that’s, well, past.
Cherish your memories with those loved ones but don’t turn a blind eye to the now and the future because of escapism.
I wholly agree with you, but I've been through the opposite to the "set of values" I've highlighted and they're complete and utter shite, at least to me. I'm not a far-right neo or some tradwife apologist. I miss the people because I loved them, I miss the ideals because they remind me of those pieous people. If you've seen the film The Crucible, you can relate to the sense of betrayal when the elderly, godly, and widely adored Rebecca Nurse was hung for rightfully denying witchcraft despite a petition of some 70-90 people because people wanted radical change and radical change fast-- in this case the completely idiotic premise of ridding salem of witches. I feel betrayed by the people who tell me I can be anything while simultaneously saying I can't make a future to compensate for things in the past.