I firmly believe that everyone is familiar with that peculiar feeling of nostalgy. Whether this is something positive or negative is not relevant for the moment. Incredulously as it might sound, that particular feeling is not always associated with a former event, person, state of mind. On the contrary, it can be stated that it is rather undescribable on a regular basis. Furthermore, I am sure that you are also accustomed to feeling sometimes more vulnerable than usually. It is indeed a very complex problem which pertains to the realm of psychology. However, what causes nostalgy is not of paramount importance to us. On the other hand, the ways in which it affects us are due to be analyzed. Be it as it may, nostalgy is transient. To make matters worse, sometimes you are subject only to a fake nostalgy. You are under the impression that you miss something, but your state might not be that powerful to get correctly the name “nostalgy”. Then, what really is nostalgy? How can we deal successfully with it? Can anything good come out of it? These are the questions which ought to be answered. I think that there is no better way to cope with nostalgy than to yield to it, to surrender to this psychological state and to succumb to oblivion, for this is what accompanies nostalgy. One might wonder why I postulate this way of approaching nostalgy. The explanation is not a convoluted one – as mentioned beforehand, nostalgy is fleeting. Therefore, its effects are not meant to affect the individual for a long time. I am not sure whether nostalgy has some positive effects, due to the fact that this is very debatable, and it involves a great number of factors. However, as my nostalgy begins to vanish, I shall reach the end of my writing, not until I answer the last inquiry – what really is nostalgy? I believe that nostalgy is a feeling meant to remind us that we are human, no matter how much we despise this. It implies a great deal of abyssal psychology, and I even go to the extent of claiming that its source is the unconsciousness.


Nostalgy is one of the most obvious harbingers of our humanity.

In the end, I leave you with this song by Rolling Stones. After all, is not everyone chasing wild horses?





The day we died

I have intended for a while to write this at exactly one year after the inception of the blog. Regardless, after wavering between these two opposite ways, I chose to pursue the one which fit better to my state of mind. Clearly, it would have been more interesting the other way, but , after the commencement of an action, I cannot procrastinate it anymore. 

What is this all about, one might wonder. Well, the purpose is to explain in depth the origins of the title of this blog. Hardly could I go to the extent of claiming that it is ineffable. Under no circumstances would I conceal something which , unfortunately, lost much of its former importance. 

Without further introduction, let me proceed to the explanation. I have mentioned beforehand that I would rather avoid concealing things which are not significant to me – but what about things which are so valuable to me? My thoughts, my ideas, my desires, my fulfillments, my disappointments – they all used to belong only to myself. Indeed, I was an egotist, and the truth is – I still am. There is nothing wrong in being supercilious as long as you do not let it affect your life in a nefarious way. Furthermore, it might be even propitious on some occasions. I like to believe that knowledge is power, and the thrill of acknowledging that you have reached a certain level of sagacity is the pinnacle of one’s life.But how could one be ascertained as above the average in terms of intelligence if he keeps everything for himself? Now you begin to understand why I resorted to rescinding my initial censorship – from vanity,hubris, presumptuousness. However, it was a major step forward – I made my thoughts public, thus ending an important part of my life. It was the day my fortress of solitude reached its demise. It was the day that I died. And, because I am such an egocentrist, it was the day that We died.