The feeling of not having
Today I did some work in an old-school record store. Right away, I got hit by nostalgia. Several of the records I once had in my vinyl collection were there - albums by KISS, Duran Duran, Public Enemy...
“I wish I’d kept my old records,” I told the owner.
When I was done and left the store, the memory of my old vinyls lingered. I realized something: it wasn’t really about missing them. It was about not having them.
If I still had them, they’d just be sitting in a dark corner of the attic, collecting dust. I’d probably never even think about them. But now, seeing those very same albums, an idea about loss played in my head like a broken record.
Funny how we often miss things just because we don’t have them, not because they’d bring any real joy or value if we did.
Maybe what we really miss is the moments they belonged to.