Good, old days?

Last week we visited Blåfarveværket. The place oozes of the "good, old days".

Well, definitely old days, but maybe not all good, because between the lines we could sense the hardship of mining, and when looking more closely, it wasn't all that great.

When looking back on my own life, I can recall the "good, old days". But when looking closer, it wasn't all that great. Some things were good, others weren't. That's life.

And it continues that way; Some good and some not so good. So I make a deliberate choice to bring with me the good memories (mostly) and to focus on the good things at present (mostly). Biased view on life? Yes. And I enjoy it.