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.