We don't remember days, we remember moments -Cesare Pavese- |
Walking down memory lane, I couldn't help but reminisce on the good old days. I always get nostalgic every time I reminisce about the past.
Today when I woke up, I longed to experience the past moments.
For a moment, I just felt like going back in time.
Take me back to a time when beauty wasn't judged by the cosmetics on your face but by character of spirit. I believe that the most beautiful woman in the room is not one who has expensive clothing and make up, but one who is full of life, passion and character.
Take me back to a time when your value wasn't measured by the thickness of your wallet, but by the size of your heart. A time when virtues superseded wealth.
A time when we valued our families more than our careers. Let's go back to a time when the family unit was precious, and dinner time was prime. Family time meant prayers in the morning and family fellowship in the evening.
Take me back to that time. A time when ladies were feminine, and men were masculine. A time when stylish wasn't determined by the shortness of our hemline, but by modest dressing. They call it old fashion, I call it authentic. Elegant. Graceful. As Audrey Hepburn said, Elegance is restraint.
I'm longing for the time when we could stop and smell the flowers. A time when time wasn't consumed as we hurried about with everyday epiphanies but by savoring the simple things in life; like the beauty of mother nature.
Let's go back to that time when natural beauty was divine. Weaves were scarce, cosmetics were rare and make up was unheard of.
A time when virginity was solemn. Womanhood was divine and respected. A time when ladies were treated with dignity and respect and not as a mere sex objects.
Take me back to a time when women were home-keepers; weaving the mats, gardening, arranging the flowers and decorating their homes for autumn. A time when women plaited their kids, as they delighted in the fragrance of their daughter's hair
It was a time of bliss. A time when ladies dressed for evening time, to welcome their husbands home from work.
Take me back to a time where men were readers and not gamblers. Men were hunters(not of ladies), but of game.
The time has come for us to look deep within. It's not too late for us to savour the times, and cherish the moments that made life worthwhile.
Sincerely Beccah.