Some say I live in the past. Guilty, your honor, but with an excuse: it’s nicer there.
In fact, I have an even better reason.
The past is full of proof, undeniable proof, that we can do all sorts of different things better than we’re doing them now. It’s true that I don’t write about what was bad in those days. I focus on what was good, and what was better than it is now.
Because, dagnab it, if we did it well once, we can do it well again!
The good parts of the past are signposts to a better future. We do not have to live with the trash that’s poured on us every day and night, these days.
Winston Churchill was described, in his lifetime, as a man from the past, a Victorian relic, no place for him in the exciting world of 1940. But this was the man who came galloping out of the past to save his country, chosen by God for that purpose, when no one else could do it. Without this man from the past, his country might not have had a future.
And we remember sweet things because their sweetness is good in and of itself, and our loved ones because we love them still.
And we do not have to accept “the way things are.”