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Fond memories are warm, familiar, and never fail to incur a sense of longing, an indulgence in reminiscence and, in some ways, a profound appreciation and gratitude for both the experience, and life itself.

Yet if we roll back into those moments, we seldom feel the same way in that very moment. Nothing about what happened has changed. All that changed, was us.

Is it because we long to dilute the pain and suffering of the present with a rose-colored past?

Is it because of the necessary consequence of our malleable and transient identity and values?

Is it because time and space has inexplicably warped our perceptions?

What purpose does it serve?