It's paradoxical how people live more in the past as they move on into the future.

Something from then captivates the soul, causes us to evade from now and even generates trepidity for after.

...

Reminds me of a dollar coin.

A dollar used to be a great deal when you were.. say... 8 or 9 years old?
It was enough to get you sweets and candies in school.

Then, that simplicity is forgotten.

A dollar is no longer enough. You need more.
10 dollars? 20 dollars?
Then.. a hundred.. two hundred...

But who can recall the time when that transition happen?

And then something comes to mind..

A surge of apprenhension of what may come...
That inevitable day when hundreds become scant as well.

From then onwards...

Would you still remember the time when a dollar makes you feel rich ?