in Retrospect

Ever noticed how beautiful things are in retrospect? how incredible we were? how much money we had? how good we had it in general? Well of course its enticing but the fun the beauty of life is understanding that at the present moment if things are bad they could be worse and if they are good then really we just have it good and leave it at that. i love the smell of fresh flowers, its an absolute cliche but then again there is a string of cliche that i could lay down for you and i'm sure i would very seriously stun you at how much f a cliche you (and I ) are. perhaps if i'm to bring you home i'd say i also love the smell of fried chicken, or (and more importantly) i love the sweet smell that only a baby can produce. I think, (by now) that it is what innocence smells like. that beautiful scent that pulls you in and (for some reason) u are so in love with that small thing u hold in your hands that you couldn't imagine hurting (or losing) them.
they appeal to a small bit of us because we have felt that affection in people who held us, and sometimes i wonder, how many of us realise how much we dwell in the past? i enjoy as much as the next person to reminice and really dream about how beautiful things were back in the day, but sometimes i think about now, whhat i've achieved, what i enjoy now are the moments that i continue to cherish even as they happen. i manage somehow to love right now, the smile i wish would last forever the kiss that increasingly intoxicating touch, kiss..(well you know what i mean). So why then do i still sometimes, steal away and continue to dream about things gone away instead of love today for what it is, today! with all its problems and sunshines and beautiful landscapes... why do i still look back and want to savour the past?
a lady told me once that retrospect or hind-sight is like stale food, while it might somehow taste good (i admit dont make a lot of sense but bear with me) it cannot be good for the body. (hope u get it)