Smell of nostalgia...

Serbian

Emotions and moments of experienced memories. When I take a biscuit, dip it in tea and press it to my lips, I remember my grandparents and the time I spent with them in the countryside, often sitting and listening tirelessly to their stories. These are moments of carefree play, joy, new learning and discovery of life. Care was then left to someone else. In those moments, I was not aware of how much I would miss jumping in the meadow, harmlessly climbing the trees, lying on the grass, sleeping on the floor next to the fireplace so that my grandfather would protect me from the wind. I was always afraid of the wind. Then when my grandfather passed away, all that remained was the fear that I still have today. My protector is gone.

Moments are as snowflake that slowly falls, beautiful to watch without blinking and seems so natural to the air, until it falls and melts. Moments of deep happiness are always the ultimate goal, even though there really is no such thing. We strive for that feeling every day and we would like it to last forever, but unfortunately, it is often shorter than a dream. In order for them to last longer, we need to make them aware. Snowflakes are still flying, grandma and grandpa set the table, tea is drunk, and for some, rakia is also boiled. The rest of the family arrives from other side of the house and the moment is complete. Now I can only evoke memories and when I want to revive moments, I dip a biscuit in tea. That is why often when we miss someone or something we reach for things, places, food or smells that will awaken those emotions in our house of feelings, the amygdala. Sometimes we want to accept those moments and often we want to mask that pain.

The joy of the experienced moment at some point in our life turns into nostalgia for the same.

Nostalgia for past moments in which we often did not know how to enjoy and appreciate them, nostalgia for people who are no longer present in our lives, comes down to the feeling they awakened in us.

Missing, encourages us to become aware of moments. Our wealth of memories and emotions. Missing creates a feeling of emotional loss. When you end a long relationship, you often feel as if that person has passed away. A part of you dies, a part of the emotions that the person awakened in you. Harder than that is the pain of loss when it comes to biological death.

Lived moments cannot come back, we only try to revive them again like, artificial oxygen, a sick person.

What we can always do is evoke those moments through some beautiful feature that that person brought into our lives. We can always compensate for the feeling of missing with some trait or values that we will implement in ourselves. Relive those moments by creating new, more beautiful ones in your environment.

My aunt had one great quality, and that was to present her mistakes as if they were children's and thereby ignore them.

Grandpa liked to sleep on the floor, which is why I think of the floor as a chair. The brother was always harmlessly honest in expressing his opinion, in which I am not late. Uncle always looked out for other people's feelings and that's how he treated others. I'm not a faithful heir, but I'm trying. There are many people I miss and with whom I would like to have at least one more opportunity to talk.

Try to replace the emotion of missing with the act of providing and increase the value of your memories on the scale.

Cannot be returned, are difficult to revive and are measured in time.

That's why memories are the most expensive...