Musings
The joys of the past... We live for our memories.
Acting in complete arrogance, or perhaps simple innocence, we,
creatures of wholly unremarkable matter and yet beautifully complex
sentience, strive for utterly antithetical goals.
We seek to relive the wonderous joys of the past. Those precious few
moments of utter happiness that permeate even the bleakest existence.
We seek something we know we cannot have, something that is none the
less attractive. Comforting even. The memory of joys past can help
us through the pain of the present.
But the power of such memories is not endless, so we seek new power in
the form of new memories gathered, new experiences shared, new joy,
new pain.
The joys of the future... We try new things. They drive us to expand
our own being. We try old things anew. Experience makes this trying
easier, but is rife with danger of disappointment, as the recreation
rarely seems as magical as the original.
And yet we hope. We hope for joy. We hope for happiness.
We know not how to find it, save those few ways which life has taught
us. But fate has a cruel sense of irony, since though we cannot
understand the journey, we recognize the destination.
From far away, and from up close, we can see, with an almost
instinctual response, those things we want.
Hope. Continuing along life's sandy path, always wondering if what we
seek is just over the next dune. Joy. Once cresting the dune, seeing
the prize, and running for it, knowing the finding will only begin
another journey of joy, hope, and yes, even more pain. But such is
life, joy, pain, happiness, suffering. One only hopes that the prizes
are not too often mirages.
>X - 11Aug2002