Distances
Lost moments, more than a short stint behind the wheel of the favorite auto mobile, are not easy to replace. Still, if they never happened then it shouldn’t really matter. It doesn’t, of course. They barely took place. But it can’t keep the imagination from pretending that it did to a degree far beyond the actual.
The difficult part;
Our imaginations play tricks, all the time. But if a desired one is there, somewhere, untouchable in the moment, it makes us yearn to bypass the prankster mentality and make what the dream creates an actuality. So simplistic, yet it becomes the most awkward task of an obstacle thrown in front of us, making the whole psyche shake with frustration sitting along side fragile reality.
Not love, which looms in a hidden distance, as a few might expect, although that possibility peeks from the depth of the electrons sending impulses inside unknowing brain cells. Meanwhile, rewarding struggles cope with a measure of uncertainty because the data is incomplete and not enough neurons have the necessary background to make the print out understandable.
So it’s there. But what can you do about it?
Love. Scares the bones out of so many who have tried it and soured the memory with not positive impulses. Love; jumping into an upbeat abyss of ignorance that doesn’t matter at the time. Love. Words that deny and defy meaning because nobody can really know what or where it is going. We don’t get a program or direction manual to go with it. The implant, the expiration date, they come and go as they please without prior warning and without any reasoning.
So it is something that is reveled in. The anticipation makes it all worthwhile. The wishing, without the well, the lamp or the four leaf clover, keeps it all going, hanging on to hopes that this time it is right. This time, it works. This time is the last time. No need for more, or less. Just the time, and the place, fitting together despite barrier and distance, anticipated with that dream thing that was mentioned earlier.
It may be near the first mission built along the El Camino Real. Or, perhaps the one time outpost that depended on peace with the Apache Cochise or maybe the first to ratify. It is still a distance that stretches beyond walls of miles which makes it a real but not unclimbable challenge. Nothing should be imbedded in a stone structure that stretches The Divide that is too great to overcome. This doesn’t mean, of course, that the interstate is too long, or too pocked with potholes that it can’t be transversed. It just means that the road stretches and can only be shortened by that which is difficult to acquire. If it is secured by the inside of us when the pieces and large particles that tend to clutter the path, are determinably pushed aside.
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