“Yeah. My nostalgia is so extreme that I am capable of missing a swing my butt never actually touched.”
“Nostalgia is a side effect of cancer,” I told him.
“Nah, nostalgia is a side effect of dying,” he answered. Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. “It is a good life, Hazel Grace.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Nostalgia is my favorite word; I mean, I whisper it to myself pretty frequently, even though I’m not really dying.
“Nostalgia is a side effect of a good life,” every once in a while I enunciate the definitions loud, like a real big law-maker of the universe. “A good life well spent,” I try to polish my definition sometimes.
It’s just that while floating in the clouds ( Not really, if you consider sitting in a flight “flying”) I read The Fault in Our Stars and I kept thinking about my own nostalgia and where and how it all began. Floating clouds and nostalgia have had some serious side effects on me. That story, later.
**What does your nostalgia say to you? And of course how are you all doing?