I’ve been warned by well-meaning friends not to lean too heavily into nostalgia as I revisit past events in my life. I understand their perspective and they’re not even necessarily wrong, but it’s not about what was had before, or what could have been had and was lost; it’s about what’s missing now. The nostalgia is a signpost for the path to discovering new meaning.
Excerpt from a 1976 interview of Anaïs Nin by Jeffrey Bailey of New Orleans Review:
NOR
We seem now to be swept by a tide of nostalgia, a series of tides, really. How do you react to this? Are you nostalgic?
NIN
No, I’m really not. I love my present life, I love the people who visit me now. I’m much more interested in experiencing new cycles than in looking back. I tend to feel negatively about nostalgia; I think we go back when we feel stunted in the present life. People who are nostalgic have known something good in the past and want to pick it up again; say, for example, the houseboat period in my own life. When I’m in Paris, I look at those boats gently tossing on the water and I recall many good things, but I really don’t have that nostalgic craving. Each cycle of my life interested me equally, but I have no desire to go back to any of them.