“Yup, it used to be great back when I was working for you guys.”
“It was just the last week; we sat out here on the cool breeze starring at the Pacific.”
There are hundred more of such sentences that I’ve said and perhaps thousand more that I haven’t in the past few days. Sometimes I get a feeling that my life might be going from best to worse as I only tend to come across things that aren’t wee bit less desirable than the ones I passed.
Or, my life is at a pace where I only tend to truly appreciate things in the rear-view mirror and while I’m at it, new things are just passing me by.
Or, I guess my life is just same old plain vanilla and only when I relive it through selective memories, I pep it up with some chocolate sauce, orange flavored wafer-sticks laid out on silverware
Or, something wrong with my wiring up in my head. Wherein, I’m addicted, every now and then to escape from my present I stray off into wishful past where I can manipulate things a little or maybe more.
A perceptive friend brought it to my attention that I need to stop feeling too sorry for myself, suck it up and get a move on. I quickly swallowed rest of my wishful memories and stories, quickly agreed with my friend and thanked my friend for the advice.
I truly appreciate the advice…..in retrospect.
But I really want to fix (if something is wrong), won’t I need to go back in the past to find the root of it?
Neo
