I just recently moved. Changed my address and jump started
my life again. The one thing that has complicated my endeavor has been the
debris of my past existence. Kind of like clutter from another universe, it
swirls and turns, and entices, but leaves without culmination.
As for me, I'm not sure that I believe in saving sentiment.
I mean, after all once something has happened, if you cannot remember it, than
it is probably not worth remembering. However, tangible items tend to trigger a
response. Kind of like a physical reminder of a journey that has become
cerebral. And therein lies the answer!
There is nothing like a move to unleash pent up emotions
that have been cemented in time and weigh heavy on the soul. Much like bindings
they can hold one suspended in time and imprison the soul in a frozen zone
where life cannot respond.
It may sound queer but there is a thing that happens in a
move, whether physical or mental, and that is the trigger to purge. Raw
emotions can, if left to serve, create a kind of reset button.
Much like life itself, shedding the past skin can aid its
revitalization and regrowth. So as I move on, as I must, I still remember every
instance of past pleasures and pains. But, put in their place, they allow me to
enjoy the future ahead and make it more perfect ...
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