Hard to believe it took me so long to turn to my favorite song of the past few years for comfort. It did the trick though. 3,000 miles reminds me why I got into this life thing in the first place, and it wasn’t to keep looking behind me praying for do-overs. It also inspired me to look at the patterns of my life and try to embrace them, rather than defending against them. I’ve never been able to build much in the way of defense in my life. Financial, emotional or otherwise, something always sneaks in and blows it to flinders eventually. So why bother. The same life that keeps me exposed and vulnerable to it seems to keep me in a position to stand up whenever I’m knocked down. I’ve always been torn between my awareness of the pitfalls of life, and my desire to ignore them, get out and experience it. I’ve always tried to take the safer path, guarding my resources before making any big moves, trying to build a bulwark against disaster. The funny thing is, if you can defend against it, it doesn’t really qualify as a disaster. Under those criteria, I’ve had my share of minor disasters. I’ve been scarred, impoverished, and now broken hearted. I’m not going to be stupid enough to think things can’t get worse, but I’m going to do my best to stop making them worse on my own.
I hope I can remember her face until my dying breath, because whether or not I can understand or explain it, I know that, briefly, she was the source of the purest joy I’ve ever known. I understand all the reasons why it probably wouldn’t have worked anyway, and one of those reasons was apparent in the fact that I was the only one willing to take that kind of risk. When you don’t have much, risking it all isn’t hard.
And I know I have a great deal, it’s just that so little of it is the material stuff that can be risked. I’ve long known I was fabulously wealthy in the friendship, respect, and love of those around me, and I’ve wished for just as long that my analytical brain could shut up and appreciate that without constantly wishing for more tangible wealth. I’m okay living for today, and I’m alright with living for tomorrow, but it was hard for me to pull my feet out of the concrete of yesterday, and I’m damned if I go back there. I’ve got to keep picking my feet up and setting them down. I’ve gone well beyond 3,000 miles, but I’ve got many hundreds of thousands more to go. And it’ll be a much shorter trip if Keep my eyes on what I have and what I will have, rather than on what I’ve lost, because in truth, in the end, you know you’ll lose the treasure you carry on the outside. I only hope that I get to keep what I’ve treasured on the inside, or at least, whatever’s still there when I cross the finish line.
Funny to be thinking of it like that again. When my apartment was burglarized a few years ago and I lost almost everything I owned, it felt like a tragedy. It stuck with me for years. It’s only now, in the face of losing something far more valuable and precious that I look back and all the stuff that was taken doesn’t even make a blip. Taking a bit of an inventory, it seems like almost nothing that ever happened to me before this breakup makes any kind of comparison. The deaths of relatives and the losses of friends, and even the deaths of pets still matter, but insults, injuries and losses don’t even count. I guess the only way to erase old pain is to find fresher, bigger pain to block the view.
Okay. That’s enough of that. I’m going to cast my eyes forward, and I’m going to pierce the darkness that obscures my future, and I am going to keep moving forward. I’m going to acknowledge that nothing like this may ever come my way again, and I’m going to do my best to be okay with that. But if I’m looking the wrong way when it comes, I may get steamrolled the same way again, and who wants to look that stupid twice? I have to regain my belief in the value of life, and I have to remember how to reach for the best of it.
And thank you to my friends who are helping me to do just that.
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