Great memories are often accompanied by great suffering. Nostalgia drives us to the rusty and outdated tools of our past. We enter the park we were once in as kids, but it is barren.
To counter this, I recommend to correctly categorize the past as the past, and the present as the present. Those memories we have, pastel, pristine, and largely imaginary, make us who we are. Let them be in their faux perfection, do not tarnish them with lament of the present state, do not dredge them up from their graves. Stop committing necrophilia with your memories.
Instead, enjoy the nostalgic scent of cocoa. Listen to music from your old favorite game and muse over it's quality as if it were undeniable fact. Enjoy the view out your window, the friends by your side. Do not resist the present, if you're fortunate, it may be kind. Not resurrecting the things that you loved, but instead filling in the gaps with new wonders, new tools, and new people. Those old experiences have more value in the now than ever, adding depth, complexity, and connecting you deeper with the memories you're making in the present.
I wanted to write something to ground this in how I felt and what I was thinking about while I drew it.
I don't have time to finish this one. I don't think I'm going to, but it was my first time drawing in this way, I wanted very much to share it. It took way to long, something like 4 hours. I decided not to finish it because I know it's not very hot.
I don't know who the bunny is... Well, I guess the bunny is me, musing on all this? It sorta accidentally turned out that way I guess. But maybe not, too. Idunno.