Thinking back to the past, doesn’t it seem *much*, *much better* than what’s happening now? Doesn’t it seem as though we’re looking at the past with so-called rose-tinted shaders? As if what happened then was preferable *by far* to anything that’s happened since, even if what actually happened then was literally worse than what is happening at this very second?

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At least for me, these things ring true for more than a few moments in my life. Can anyone relate?