For years, I have been stating nostalgia is evil. I mean, pure evil. When everything changes, and everything is a child to impermanence, nostalgia puts shackles on motion of life in vain.
Now people are talking about the implications of this evil in economies:
Nostalgia is a killer. The term, originally coined in the late seventeenth century, described an illness that came in response to change and dislocation. Symptoms included fever, appetite loss, and heart palpitations. The prognosis, if left untreated, was death.
Today, society no longer sees nostalgia as a disease. Instead, it is thought of as a fuzzy, seemingly benign feeling about an idealized past. But the profound economic disruptions of the last few months might push analysts to revisit the idea that nostalgia is a grave, even life-threatening condition. American policies based on the premise of restoring past greatness—the mythical and opaque “again” of Make America Great Again—have worsened lives both within and outside the United States.
Read the whole thing.
The parasite of nostalgia starts from each individual head and the diseases envelops him or her and rapidly spreads,
Every cell in my body is not the same as it was when Max took his last breath. My cells are different but my love for Max hasn't changed. It doesn't mean, I eschew my responsibilities for Neo, Fluffy, Garph, Saroo and Blue and brood and kill myself over the past time over Max. That is not the lesson Max taught me. Max taught me to live in the present, and I try to do that every moment.
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