I don’t make any effort to hide that I am a sucker for nostalgia. It’s not an absolute that I think that the past is great and the future is not. In fact, I am probably irrationally hopefully for the fates that lie ahead. But as I continue to contradict myself, the nostalgia I have is the yearning for that feeling that was fleeting and I haven’t had since.
The sentimentality is almost certainly an attracting force of nostalgia. Give me enough stories about the sacrifices of the Greatest Generation and I will well up (just give me just one story of someone giving a damn about the wellbeing of someone less fortunate without an ulterior motive, actually). As time passes, I think about the time passing and I am afraid that I am not making the impact that I once was.
This is one of those things that I think about too frequently…
Yesterday, Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car came on the radio. The song is almost as old as I am. I didn’t hear it when it came out or much since then, but I didn’t need to until it came on. I have traveled hundreds of thousands of miles on roads and runways and the ways that the crows fly. I could have run into that intersection that had Fast Car on the radio many years ago, but I turned left and it came on yesterday.
When you are there, listening to this alone with your thoughts, you gain a glimpse into your outlook. This is one of those Rorschach tests of a song. It can be a hopeful ode to overcoming or a sobering check that this is all there is. I don’t have any intention of swaying anyone’s perspective or revealing my own, but take a listen or take a drive in a fast car.