Wild morning

Getting up early morning to catch a language session. Already on the way there thinking about past times, about my personal history. About Budapest city which appears to me now like a dream, like something supported by memories of scents, food tastes, old buildings a marvelois freedom bridge. Of many many experiences which are trully important for me. Missing old times when the moon is up there and shining. I know all could have been different now, but is not. And as the life goes, naturally human beings regret of that what could have been instead of having joy what is now.
When life is passing by, some of these memories just jump on me, showing the dummy one how beautiful everything was.
That does not mean I do not appreciate what I have now.. It is like you meet somebody who lived in the communism era, which you know was a bit of a terror, and he still votes for the communist party now, just because compared to what he has now, it looks better to have the old times. Bad example.. But suits my purposes. Cant always look back. Need to live in the presence