Moving On

Is there another way to live than day-by-day starting over with a mentality of 'moving on' from what's been before? It sure gets old. And a lifetime of new starts certainly is a downer. I hope I get to stop one day. Stop and smell the continuity. I know it's there for other people. Is there, period; I am just not in the groove. I am not attached. Ironic, I guess Alanis would say, that I am so attached to life that I can't feel any attachments. I give. White flag. Capture the flag. Remember playing Capture the Flag? I do. The older kids my uncle's age would let me play. Home base was the fishpond. My grandpa built a concrete fishpond on the hill next to the driveway, shaped like a boat, it was. That's what you get with a grandpa who has a cement mixer parked in the yard.

"Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further. "

--Rainer Maria Rilke