Mystery is good.

Sometimes I think that Facebook is steadily killing any and all nostalgia about people we knew in the past. Perhaps there is something to be said about leaving the past as it is, stuck in a haze of one-sided memories, dream like perspectives, and memories that were meant to remain left alone. i am not speaking of anyone in particular, but rather after some events that have recently transpired that leave me thinking the past is better left in that safe closet of old times, where the present doesn't shine the light of harsh present day reality. I say, leave the old ghosts alone, peaceful in their graves buried under years of questions left unanswered. Mystery is slowly dying due to the large connectivity of today. There is romance in not knowing everything, and romance (not the passionate kind, but the sentimental kind), is necessary for humans to keep using their imagination. Remember that- before Google? Imagination.