There comes a time in every one’s new Spring when they remember the past Springs…with all the good and bad times. But as the human mind goes, only the very bad and the really good are maintained as memories, and should the brain have to “clean up” to “free up some space”, one would find that only the bad memories are kept…ironic? Uhmm, no?… Is that what defines us? The power of locking the bad in our minds for all eternity?
And if that is the case, then what about the whole bunch of positive messages we try to send to ourselves and others in need around us? The “in the end the good will prevail” type?…Is that a lie? Do we subconsciously send ourselves pep talks just to deny the fact that we are, of our own choosing, trapped in the dark side of our own brain? Are we sabotaging our lives without even knowing? Or do we know, but refuse to acknowledge because it defies the social standards?
There comes a time in every year’s Spring when I look back into my past and try to decipher my memories. The good ones mostly. I don’t believe we can change anything by hanging on to the bad, so, no gain, no pain. But there’s plenty to win by uncovering those sweet gems hidden in the deepest corners of the brain…Spring through the eyes of a 7 year old, or 10 year old, or the, oh, so tumultuous views of the teenager…I like to stop there, mostly because it gets exhausting by the end of 17… and quite frankly, things continued quite similarly afterwards…so no point in repeating…
The best remakes are still the smell of fresh new grass, the warm sunlight in my hair, the newborn forest with all its sounds and scents…and most of all the itch of the new beginning, the euphoria… there is a name for it where I come from, and it’s linked to a mild anemia, or lack of minerals in the depleted organisms after long winters…Heck, sold! Bring it on! Any excuse to act free and foolish and to feel with my whole heart is good enough for me! I wouldn’t allow myself to come even remotely close to this kind of nuttiness otherwise…But for the next 4 weeks or so I’ll run my feet to the bone, burn my heart to the core, breathe the last air bubble in my lungs, scream my mind off, and spread ‘em wide and fly high! Wind in my sails and no limits…now that’s what I call welcoming Spring!