Nostalgia isn’t only a hell of a drug, but it’s a hell of an addiction too. Chasing times when you last felt good or when you felt things were right. Getting in touch with old flames that you forgot that there were reasons you moved on from, until you read the painful endings as to why those connections died.
Having those rose-tinted shades aren’t always good for you.
Enjoy the moment yadda yadda yeah you’re not going to remember it fondly, most likely. Even the moments I tried to allocate to permanent memory didn’t stay without significant effort. What matters is feelings of the moment and you don’t control that very often.
Understand that life is a series of experiences and you absolutely cannot predict them. Your life will be totally stagnant and then BAM you get hit with something hugely significant out of the blue.
Stop trying to optimise, the only optimisation is staying alive for the next life changing event, and it’s definitely worth the misery in between. Always.