At 42, I have reached the age where nostalgia plays a large roll in my decision-making, especially when it comes to ‘entertainment purchases’. To put it another way, the older I get, the more money I seem to spend trying to recapture the passion and fire I had as a 12-14 year old. It is mostly just chasing ghosts, though; money spent for a candle-flame intensity. I would probably be better served seeking new passions than attempting to harness the past.
Last week, however, for the price of a movie ticket, I briefly burned with the inferno of youthful passion. It was glorious.