I think our memories tend to smooth out problems and give us a false sense of the past and its supposed greener pastures.
Often, those pastures are colored a rich green because our memories seem to leave out the pain and problems and remember only the good stuff.
I was reflecting back to the times of my parents, thinking for a moment of how uncomplicated their world was without woke cultures, social media, anger, pandemics, and computers.
And then reality hit: The Great Depression, World War II, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, The Holocaust, Korea, the Nuclear Arms Race, Cuban Missle Crisis, McCarthyism.
Kind of makes today’s pandemic, the Great Divide, and questioning truth feel more like a walk in the park.
I could go on with what my generation faced but I think the point’s well made.
Remembering how great our old HiFi systems sounded was likely more an exercise in remembering the great feelings they elicited rather than the hard truth they probably sounded far worse than what we have today.
The past might seem brighter but my guess is it’s only our incomplete memories that make it shiny.