Morning visit

Everyone has tens of thousands of stories; each one of them can change the “once upon a time.” Our memories are our hieroglyphs. The order in which we recall them can change their temperature, status, and direction with a fresh menu of ideas. The idea that one person might present himself or herself as your Rosetta Stone is absurd. If you are seeing someone for a personal bout that extends more than a few months, you’ve made a friend you trust, and you are paying him for both. Perhaps there is nothing wrong with that.

There is feeling good. Feeling bad. And not feeling. Examine what made and makes you feel good, but don’t mine too deeply. We never really ask why that song lifts us, why we find comfort in aromas, the sun, and the quiet. Going back in order to go forward might seem to make sense. We see history and we see us. The brain only goes back to our beginning. Two people wearing plaid do not make some inner familiar coincidence. In fact, in the compromise we make to accept that, we lose ourselves and restrict discovery to comparisons.

To recognize satisfaction and practice its retention through all distraction, I believe, is the gateway to understanding the smile. We suffer more from believing in mental “sameness” than the fear of mental illness.