Your way of life will come to an end. This is a truism. It can be honestly said to any person who has ever lived. And it’s terrifying to hear. The world you love, the experiences you’ve had, and the stories you tell yourself are transient. There is a vague existential angst in all things we do.
The needs of humanity are timeless. Identifiable. Separate from the lives we lead. And yet everything we do in our lives is in attempt to satisfy those needs. We reflexively hold on to the things which have satisfied our base human needs–even beyond their usefulness. It is therefore merely natural to find ourselves living in the past.