rear view mirrors and the bridge (revisited)

Sorry about that last post. It was abrupt, and didn't explain much.

Let me try to clarify.








I think a lot of life is about the fight or flight response. Should I stay or should I go? You have to evaluate who and what you fight for, and what battles you have to let go.

Sometimes we feel that flight is better. That we can escape. But this is a grave mistake to make.

It's tempting, but you're kidding yourself. You can break the rear view mirror, but those cars will still be chasing you down the endless miles of highway. Just because you can't see them right in front of you doesn't mean they're not right behind.

We're all on the same road.

It's almost safer to be able to see them, to keep the glass intact, even if it's unnerving to be conscious of something on your heels.

"Baby girl, stand up and fight. This is not some paradise...it's just where we live."

Sometimes, past is pain, and when we think about everything piling up under the bridge...when you dam the river, it creates a reservoir, and if the water is dirty...you get the idea.

And sometimes the dam breaks, in a cascade.

But sometimes, water flows around obstacles, when it can. Water is an element of change. Occasionally it stagnates, but most of the time it will navigate its way around things. It will figure things out.



My point is, at some point or another everyone has wanted to be able to wash out everything that's under the bridge. To have a fresh start. To be able to forget about the past.

But life's not about that. There's no such thing. You as a person are the result of collection of years upon years of thoughts, images, bits and pieces of consciousness. Your friends, your family, the things you have been through.

Not only that, but washing all the bad away would mean washing away the good, the happy, the beautiful, the miraculous things as well. Both are so intertwined.


You can't shatter your rear view mirror without shattering everything you have been through, everything you are, and everything you thought you could be. You're shattering your conscience, your consciousness.

Who would you be, if it wasn't for everything under the bridge?