The proof that you're old: I can use phrases like "during my time" and "this used to be a thing".
Memories are really, really precious. Maybe I realized this way later than other people would. They won't stay there unlike diamonds, they are priceless unlike material stuff (and money), they are unique to the time and place and person unlike the love of your life (well it's debatable but in general nope).
Pictures, voice recordings, conversations and chats - they are all frozen pieces of the past, but yet so real and tangible because those frozen pieces are magically encrypted with emotions. Having conflicting emotions are usually not usual and weird(cuz being happy and sad at the same time means you have mental disorder xD) but yet smiling and crying while opening the memory chest can be natural and normal.
Whether it hurts or warms, the allure of memories is like the songs of sirens. That little part of you in your heart wants to hold on to this feeling - a feeling that is no longer present but yet lingers in the air. Once everything gets into perspective, horrors or traumas of the past are the DNA of your current identity; fun times are the hope and light exhibited in your current identity too.
Well then the question of the day is: what's this perspective?
