It Just Is

With every passing day, life seems to deliver something new—something fresh; but inevitably, life delivers that one thing, or many things, you remember from days gone past. At first, it feels like déjà vu, but then we realize, "Oh wait, I’ve actually been here before."

Whether we’re tracing our steps on our old stomping grounds, revisiting memories that tire the heart or stimulate the senses, or having to take a step back from the crazy course life has undeniably set us on; it is with great prejudice that we simply press on, as that’s what we’ve been doing (at least we hope we have).

It’s okay to turn around and watch as the distant memory fades from existence, because as soon as we lose focus of it, we turn back around to take the trek forward. After all, if we’ve already taken a step back, there’s no sense in continuing backwards. Right?

I happen to think not; but maybe I’ve become jaded after all these years. Maybe we all go through this phase. The phase where we see where we’ve been, dislike where we are, and long for those days where life seemed to make sense. I don’t want to continue plowing through life, always wishing things were like they used to be. I’m holding on to a feeling I’ve long since let go. It wouldn’t surprise me if at the time of that change, I said to myself, "I won’t need this feeling anymore." Slowly, I’m beginning to see its affect on myself, and the others around me. Would you want to be around someone who is always wishing for the way things were?

I’m contradicting myself. An advocate for the future—the wave of the future—I should know better than to discredit the advancement. Then again, I find myself reminding others their special path, their hope for the future, their potential for downfall, their life passing them by; when I can’t even see that I’m falling prey to exactly what I tell them not to do.

It just is.