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Fading into life…

Fading into life.

The depths of a faded memory lurch out in a frantic attempt to be noticed, coiling around my mind, latching onto my consciousness, provoking a sudden awareness of the long-buried past.

A gasp, a flash, a cry, a pain, a nostalgic jolt of bittersweet joy, a crumbling of the present moment into the past, where I forbid myself to go.

Forbidden for fear of unleashing that which I’ve contained, had to move on from, had to let go. The years a dam ready to burst if that place in me is excavated again, with conscious awareness, so I don’t. Because I can choose a different thought.

Like a bolder in its balancing act, atop a mountain peak, all of its concentration is laser-focused on maintaining its centre of gravity, all of its attention on the now.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Bringing myself back to reality. Back to now. A new day, a new adventure, a new path.

Reminding myself that life is what I make it. The only constant in life is change, and change can be scary, but it can also be exciting. Perspective is important.

Breathe in, breathe out.

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