Friendship Day 2025: The (mostly) pointless seduction of nostalgia

What happens when nostalgia becomes the primary thread keeping old friendships intact? (Image credit: Chuchuphinh via Pexels)

There is something familiar—almost comforting—about that moment when you are set to meet an old friend you have not seen in months, perhaps years. You might say aloud, with a knowing smile, “It’s like nothing ever changes with us.” It feels like a badge of honour, even, that a friendship could stretch across time and still snap back into place like elastic.

For a while, that belief holds true. You fall into your old rhythm. The conversation flows. You update each other about work and family and maybe laugh over a silly joke from college and completely out of context now, or that unforgettable trip you once took. You stumble slightly, sometimes struggling to recall a name or an anecdote from way back, but you forgive yourselves—after all, years have passed. And eventually, you find yourself leaning into the most reliable cushion of all: nostalgia.

Nostalgia has its place. It can provide solace during tough times, help us feel rooted when the world moves too fast, and remind us of who we used to be. It strengthens our sense of identity. It bonds us. But what happens when nostalgia becomes the primary thread keeping a friendship intact?

Giving old friendships a second life is possible. But it needs candour and care, shorn of polish and pretence.

And perhaps that is because somewhere deep down, you realise: you have both changed. Life has nudged you in different directions. Careers, children, losses, relocations, even subtle shifts in belief and personality—all of it has shaped the people you have become. But the friendship, still trying to stand on memories alone, has not caught up.

One cannot generalise here—this plays out differently for different people. But, broadly speaking, women tend to rebuild, expand, and renew their connections as life evolves. They find new tribes, adjust the dynamics, and create fresh rituals. Not always, of course, but often enough that it is noticeable. Men, on the other hand, seem more likely to rely on longstanding bonds formed through shared activities and phases of life. Friendships forged in the trenches of youth are often expected to remain untouched, like sealed time capsules. That can be reassuring… until it is not.

The same happens in families. Cousins, uncles, grandparents, old friends of your parents—people you once shared meals and memories with—often see you through the lens of who you were, not who you are now, especially if you live apart, separated by continents and cultures. Their version of you got frozen at some point—in a wedding album, a shared WhatsApp group, a childhood memory. And perhaps the same holds true of how you view them. Unless someone makes the effort to truly see the other anew, that relationship stays stuck.

Sometimes, what nostalgia hides is more than just memory. For many, it is a mask for something softer, sadder: a quiet sense of being a little worn down by life.

You might feel—without anything dramatic having happened—that you have somehow become a shadow of your old self. That you used to shine a bit more, laugh a bit louder, possess more certainty. At such moments, nostalgia offers refuge. It gives you a glimpse of a time when you felt more fully alive. But let us be honest—it is also a mirage. And if we stay in that mirage too long, we risk losing sight of the possibility of growing into someone new again.

Of course, there are exceptions. Some are fortunate enough to have long-time friends who live close by—people who have seen them through college crushes, career pivots, marriages, and messy midlife changes. When you share that kind of history, nostalgia can be a celebration, not a crutch.

But when nostalgia becomes the defining fuel of your friendship, it can quietly drain it of energy, curiosity, and potential.

It is easy to say we do not have time to make new friends in adulthood. And yes, life is full—work, family, bills, responsibilities, health. But sometimes what we really lack is not time. It is intent.

Making a new friend or rediscovering an old one requires a leap. A willingness to ask real questions. To show up. To be present. And perhaps more importantly, to listen—not just to someone’s stories, but to their now.

Giving old friendships a second life is possible. But it needs candour and care, shorn of polish and pretence. Not a reunion once a year to compare resumes, but regular check-ins that ask, “How are you really doing?” Not just over texts or forwards, but in conversations that have heart. You may be surprised by what you find. Someone you thought you had outgrown might still have a lot to teach you—or learn from you.

We also need to question the pride we take in saying, “We picked up right where we left off.” That sounds lovely, but also—why did you leave off? Why did the bond pause?

Neither of you is the same person anymore, and expecting things to feel exactly the same may not be fair to either of you. Or to the friendship getting slowly pickled in nostalgia.

That said, let us not dismiss nostalgia entirely. For many, it is catharsis. Sitting across from someone who knew you before the world got complicated can be profoundly healing. These are the people who remember your original spark. The version of you that had not yet been shaped—or bent—by expectations. Even if the conversation does not crack open something new, it can soften something old. That counts too. It counts in ways the heart remembers, even when the mind moves on.

Nostalgia, in that sense, can be a warm blanket on a cold day—a momentary sanctuary. It reminds you that who you were still matters. That those moments were real, and beautiful, and worthy of return—if only briefly. It can restore your sense of self when life chips away at it too quickly.

But nostalgia, like all strong emotions, is best handled with care. When it becomes the only thread holding a friendship together, it can quietly smother it.

Are we brave enough to ask, “Who have you become…?” and are we bold enough to hear the genuine answer?

Because when we do, something shifts. The past stops being a trap and becomes a bridge. And on the other side of that bridge, there might be something even better waiting to grow.