Jump

I used to have a little park behind my house. I used to curse the noisy daycare kids that frolicked around all day while I had to leave to go to work or school; curse the kids because I couldn’t let my dogs out because they just made them bark. Now my back yard is a public parking lot and the memories I have of children playing and greenery seem to be growing more rosey each day.

I don’t wish to make the case that memories are always skewed, because they are. I just wonder what role memories play in our lives. Do we buy cars because we used to own one of the same type, that one that “never had problems” that one that you “should have never sold” ? Do we live in a place that reminds us of our childhood? Do we really seek to wed people like our parents? Why?
Life is a cold place, much warmer than it once was, but still full of the turmoil and savagery that we read about from centuries past. Perhaps we need to recede to the familiar from time to time. Perhaps our lives are determined by just how far away you’re willing to get from the things you already know; from the comfort of the familiar.

What happens though if you have no familiar to grasp? What happens if everything seems just as familiar as the last thing? What happens if you don’t like the past and going back to it seems just as absurd as dealing with the here and now? I suppose it’s times like those that you have to jump. Any direction, any distance. Just jump and see where you land.