I’ve been imagining the possibility of running away. Plucking the younger, happier spirits of ourselves like tissues from a box. Soaring above towns, across countries, and moving them far away from this place we are in. I’m not sure where we would go. We could go anywhere. Would I…Could I be happier somewhere else? A fresh start, a do-over. What does that look like, where would that be?
Moving our bodies wont change our focus and wouldn’t change our situation. It feels like we’ve been treading water for 2 years. Stagnant. Wash, rinse, repeat. Yearning for progress, and scouring for something to pour new hope into. A new path, an altered destination.
So, when I look back to those faces of a happier, younger us, and think ” If I could put these two anywhere right now, where would it be?”
The answer is: forward.