Thanks, friends. I'm guessing what I posted wasn't that strange for many. That's perhaps the shock, for me—that this flashback/trigger sort of thing defines our ordinary way of life. Occasional flashbacks of 50-year old events still enmesh us in mental prisons we've worked so hard to free ourselves from. That's the shocker.
I've yammered in these pages a tad about my efforts to accept. Yeah, right, and then the act of sitting in a chair on a particular day in a particular circumstance can touch every firework of emotion off 'til I want to scream (after hiding from further hurt). That's the difficulty.
I want to turn the corner, be a big boy, and just forget (although I've accepted I'll also never forgive, in the ordinary sense anyway). Too much doing, not enough being, maybe.
Perhaps the best approach involves giving up the analytical mind games altogether, accept the feelings (bad, good, indifferent), and still travel in search of the beauty all around. And eventually, accept that I'm meant to be a part of the beauty I see; that I won't be a used-up, numbed-out freak weighed down by old emotional nightmares. Wouldn't that be cool?
I've yammered in these pages a tad about my efforts to accept. Yeah, right, and then the act of sitting in a chair on a particular day in a particular circumstance can touch every firework of emotion off 'til I want to scream (after hiding from further hurt). That's the difficulty.
I want to turn the corner, be a big boy, and just forget (although I've accepted I'll also never forgive, in the ordinary sense anyway). Too much doing, not enough being, maybe.
Perhaps the best approach involves giving up the analytical mind games altogether, accept the feelings (bad, good, indifferent), and still travel in search of the beauty all around. And eventually, accept that I'm meant to be a part of the beauty I see; that I won't be a used-up, numbed-out freak weighed down by old emotional nightmares. Wouldn't that be cool?