Everything,' his
father said, 'comes down to time in the end--to the passing of time, to
changing. Ever thought of that? Anything that makes you happy or sad, isn't it
all based on minutes going by? Isn't sadness wishing time back again? Even big
things--even mourning a death: aren't you really just wishing to have the time
back when that person was alive? Or photos--ever notice old photographs? How
wistful they make you feel? ... Isn't it just that time for once is stopped
that makes you wistful? If only you could turn it back again, you think. If
only you could change this or that, undo what you have done, if only you could
roll the minutes the other way, for once.
[Anne
Tyler, Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant]
Sometimes I catch myself bargaining and planning stronger
offers. I set aside one conviction or another to entertain an entirely
different and decidedly odd idea. And sometimes it floats.
But remarkably, when the ideas don’t float, or even when
they DO, even sort of, I am always aware that holding on is NOT an option. NOT
really. Even though I have always BElieved myself able to DO it…
I don’t have any big un-DO button envy. I am okay to live
with what I’ve lived.
I love you, Currie
1 comment:
I've never been one to linger over the past, either. Not in the wishing I could change things type of way. About the only thing I look back on with great fondness is when my son was a little guy. I'm not a dwell on the past kind of girl. Luckily since my life has become so limited in comparison. Good thing I don't think about it much--LOL! ;)
Post a Comment