"Nostalgia is truly one of the great human weaknesses... second only to the neck."
I'm really going to miss Dwight Shrute. If you can sift through his unwavering loyalty to a dying paper supply company in Pennsylvania, his intensity when it comes to beets and science fiction, and his childlike love for authority, you will find, on occasion, some nuggets of truth that he offers.
Like the quote above.
I think Dwight is actually correct on this matter. Nostalgia really and truly is one of the great human weaknesses. The temptation for people to live in the "glory days"is perhaps one of the most threatening temptations there is. Nostalgia, in the most subtle of ways, binds itself around our wrists and ankles and chains us to that which was and no longer is.
Listen, I'm all for honoring history and remembering good times and upholding useful traditions. What makes me cringe is when "remember when's" turn into the litmus test you measure your life by.
"This isn't good, because it's not the way it used to be done"
"College/high school/fill-in-the-blank were the best years of my life"
"Hey remember when _______? Yeah, those were the days... it's just not the same anymore"
"I just wish I could go back to when things were like they used to be"
Statements like that make me want to pull my hair out.
When I'm constantly comparing everything to one period of time that I deem the "Golden Years," I'm killing the very creativity and sense of wonder and anticipation that God wove inside of me - to keep me moving forward, to keep me exploring, to keep drawing me nearer and nearer to the fullness of who I was created to be.
Simply put, when I live in the past, I'm dying.
I get really sad when I see people who believe their best days are behind them. Shackled by nostalgia's soft whisper that the glory days have passed by, they become stuck. They become cynical. They become bitter. They become critical of newness, of change, and of anyone who chooses a different path.
The saddest, though, is that these people become disconnected and irrelevant.
I've seen too many people go down this path, and it's heartbreaking because it is like watching people die before their time.
For a lot of people, I think the life trajectory looks like this:
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| Best days behind, and a long life of only looking back and wishing for what once was |
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Obviously rifts and valleys will accompany the latter graph, it's not a straight shot to the top. But regardless the obstacle or adversity, the people on this graph still have eyes to see great things ahead.
Like Waldo.
Waldo is a runner in his early 70's from Utah. I met him while running the Bismarck Marathon last year. Around mile 7, I came up beside him and ran next to him for about two miles before I ran on ahead of him (yes, please be sure to congratulate me on the accomplishment of passing a 70 year old man when you see me next). During those two miles we shared a conversation, primarily revolving around running.
Waldo is a runner in his early 70's from Utah. I met him while running the Bismarck Marathon last year. Around mile 7, I came up beside him and ran next to him for about two miles before I ran on ahead of him (yes, please be sure to congratulate me on the accomplishment of passing a 70 year old man when you see me next). During those two miles we shared a conversation, primarily revolving around running.
He told me he had ran over 90 marathons. In the last 4 years.
I will repeat that again. Ninety. Nine with a zero behind it. Ninety marathons... in the last four years. He was 70 when I met him. That means from age 66-70, this man ran NINETY marathons.
Needless to say I was fascinated and wanted to hear more. So he told me about some of them. And then I asked him what his favorite ones have been. And he rattled off a couple (namely Boston), but then he said "you know, I'd like to think my favorite marathons are yet to come"
He is 70 and he has already ran 90.
That. Is. Awesome.
I actually googled him recently and found a news interview with him. You should watch it here - Where's Waldo
And that's what I think life is supposed to be like. We're not meant to hang our hat on things long behind us. We are made to keep moving forward.
I want to be like Waldo. Though I've had some awesome moments in my life already, I anticipate the best days are still ahead of me.
The temptation is always there to look back. But I just have to keep turning my head forward.
And whenever you find yourself longingly looking over your shoulder, also remember to turn your head forward - the best is yet to come.
And whenever you find yourself longingly looking over your shoulder, also remember to turn your head forward - the best is yet to come.






























