By recollecting the pleasures I have had formerly, I renew them, I enjoy them a second time, while I laugh at the remembrance of troubles now past, and which I no longer feel.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
As years passed away I have formed the habit of looking back upon that former self as upon another person, the remembrance of whose emotions has been a solace in adversity and added zest to the enjoyment of prosperity.
It's great to reminisce about good memories of my past. It was enjoyable when it was today. So learning to enjoy today has two benefits: it gives me happiness right now, and it becomes a good memory later.
Periodically, I return to the classics for inspiration and refreshment.
I have no time for the endless nostalgia: 'Oh gosh I used to . . . ' Life is too short; I don't have any time for sitting and saying I miss things. What's the point? Go and do something else.
The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.
It brings me no joy and not enough comfort to dwell too much on things I've said or written or made or worn in the past.
The older I've got the less I find myself going back and re-reading or really reading new fiction or poetry.
There's been a lot of really cool stuff that's happened to me throughout my career, and I remember everything, but I don't think I savored every moment of it like I should have or like I do now.
Years of happiness can be lost in the foolish gratification of a momentary desire for pleasure.
Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.