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[macsarcule]

I was 22 in 1993. I’d been married 1 year to the person I would divorce in 2012. We were great partners and very much in love back then. We change over time. By the time we split up, we’d both become so different and the break was amicable. We knew it was time.

But 20 years still makes two people care for each other even if they don’t love each other anymore.

Since then, I met the love of my life, my truest, deepest soulmate. So incredibly happy with her. Every night felt like a party, every weekend a vacation. It was like two 4 year olds getting to play together and be best friends. There’s nothing like unconditional love. I found out it’s real and she taught me to love that way. Bliss. Pure bliss.

Suddenly one morning, after 6 years together, she suddenly died. It destroyed me. Tore me to the ground. I didn’t want to live, every waking moment was anguish for almost two years. But slowly, painfully I began to rebuild my life. I did this while not wanting to live. I guess the part of us that wants to stay sometimes is stronger than the part that wants to leave.

Today, when I think of 1993, I’m more like that 22 year old than I’ve been in a very long time. I found peace the last place I ever expected, inside myself, and with myself.

Advice from an old guy - don’t go chasing happiness. It’s not a state of being, it’s an emotion. It’s as fleeting as any of them. Chase peace. It’s a long journey, but one that gets better and better. You’ll appreciate the time spent.

In 1993 I spent a lot of nights awake and alone, in peace. It was the only time I could relax, not feel under the gun from expectations. I could be myself in that quiet night time.

I can’t stay up all night anymore. But that peaceful night is right inside you. It may be very hard work and take time, but you can find it too. Especially if you’re fortunate enough to have had someone teach you what it is to be truly loved. And then, try to love yourself that way.

You depend on you. You might reach a point where all you have is you. Be very kind to yourself. Learn to be a best friend to yourself. Because when you find yourself alone on a long night when no one else is awake, it’s so very good to know, you have a friend.

Much peace. 😌💜✨

[knwmadc]

If you're reading this, I'm glad you're here.

[shioriharu]

I truly feel sorry for everyone who couldn't experience the 90's.

[tsibren]

Born in 1985 and I remember in 1993 I would set an alarm clock for 1 AM on a weekday, turn on radio 3FM and make my own mixtapes of the most obscure songs they would only play at night. I loved those days and thankful they are a part of my childhood. I still have those cassette tapes as well. 🙏

[Theprotomodeler]

The stars could not have aligned better for me. I was in my 30s in the 90s living in SF. Friends, career, love, art, music and culture had reached its peak. So much fun. No real worries at the time. It was a time for just living.

[gabrielabezerra]

I think that the 90s were the last time to grow up and build real relationships. We had no internet nor generalized narcissism. Pictures were taken to record memories, not to get likes. Now, I feel lucky and hopeless with the world at the same time. I was a kid, then a teenager, back then. I wish I had lived my adulthood there as well.

[jaked]

The internet is such a scary, depressing and angry place. But every once in awhile you stumble upon a comment section like this where complete strangers share their inner most personal stories. Stories of love and happiness and struggle and hurt. And nearly every subcomment beneath it is one of encouragement and love and a similar openness. What a beautiful sight. Maybe there is hope for us after all.

[cdg]

Love the comment section. I didnt expect it to be this deep, nostalgic and entertainment

[ThatArabGirl]

If this is 1993, then I know I was up when everyone else was asleep. I wish for each one of you to know peace, and have love. That's all that's important in this life. Not money, not fame, not success, not all the petty things that we think about, and do. May you all get what your heart desires, and have a wonderful night.

[Enceladus]

Man coming to the comments section of these kind of video me realise how somewhere or another our problems and worries are the same, you are not alone ✌️

[d.a.elliottjr.]

I was 30 in 1993. One of the best years of my life.

[joshuatrantham]

The days are long but the years are short.
I yearn for simpler times. Imagination, connections and relationships.

[COTOCO]

I was 2 in 1993. My mom had just moved her and I to New York. I could only imagine her nonstop grind between working and going to nursing school. I could only her imagine her looking at me while I slept wondering if her hard work would pay off. It did. I love you, mom.

[boredomesolution]

I was an insomniac in the 90s. This was definitely the vibe. Depressing and lonely. Then we got connected in the 2000s. That was super dope. Then we got distracted in the 2010s. Now we're... chatting with AI at 1am because no one understands us.

[ordinaryhand]

in 1993 i was 18 and i fell in love for the first time. he took his own life in 2011. i see now that every day i spent with him was a gift. i'm still sorry i couldn't ease his pain. i thought he would make it through this life. but he had suffered for too long. he was a beautiful person. he showed me the things he loved and gave me so many things that became intrinsic parts of who i am. i'm grateful to have known him and i will always wish he was here on earth. there's so much i would tell him if i could.

[cannabotany]

I was 6. Loving my life with my mom and dad, i didn't know it was all going to change with tears and fear in just a little while. I still remember the smell of the rain at home. Take it all in, you never know when it will become 'the good old days' ❤

[mds]

More than the music the comments section is a bliss to read... Filled with nostalgia, pain, happiness, hope and encouragement. Love the energy and the stories everyone has shared.

I was 11 then, my Dad had started a new factory in his small hometown and so we moved from a big city to a very small town. I used to go out to play till it was dark and spend hours talking to friends. No cell phones, no internet and no social media. You had to meet your friends to chit chat and play outdoors. No one supervised us and no one worried about our safety.

I didn't know the language in my dad's hometown so was always treated like an outsider, but it wasn't that everyone was mean. Most were kind and friendly and have good warm memories.

My Dad passed away this year... Thinking abouy the guts he had to take risks and his hunger for success makes me feel proud of you Dad. In the final years we weren't on talking terms and had long periods where we didn't speak. I regret it I remember hearing you come back home driving your loud motorcycle in childhood I wish I can go back to the 93 just one last time and see you walk in Dad... Miss you Dad.. Will always love you Dad.

[manishmishraji]

One of my earliest memories is going to school on 1st of jan, 1993 (i was born in 1987) and the teacher writing "1/1/93" on the blackoard & telling us "we would write 93 from from today, the year has changed" and i was so happy. It was the first time "the year had changed" for me. It was like God gifted a whole year to me, lots of days as gifts, to ne opened one at a time.

I can still see the sunlit field outside my classroom window, feel cold air, smell the cheap rubber we used for eraser.

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Life didnt quite turn out rhe way id thought it would, but i know that ive known happiness . It was in the 90s.

[lmaoashley]

I was a little baby in 1993. We just moved from our home in Puerto Rico to a small apartment in Miami. My brother (11) and sister (14) were learning English to keep up with their schoolwork. My parents worked multiple jobs to give us a good life. And I was blissfully unaware that a world outside of my family existed.

I barely remember the 90’s. But the few things I can remember were so warm and colorful. I wish I could have experienced the 90’s the way my brother and sister did. The 90’s felt safer and happier. A time before 9/11, school shootings, social media algorithms, the erosion of democracy worldwide, constant content consumption, or this dread that so many of us feel but can’t quite define.

[KinBlofi]

To anyone reading this, I wish that your burdens lighten and your stresses fade away. May the dark thoughts and overthinking be replaced with clarity and calmness. May peace and tranquility fill your life.