Now and again I feel the pressures of life as if the world rested on my soulders not under my feet. I have to laugh, because life is not such a burden. I start to feel trapped, but I am not. It is my own trap, set and sprung, that holds me in place. If you want to move on, move forward, then your only movement must be forward. No more looking back, what is done is done. Stop trying to do something about yesterday. All those promises I made to myself and failed or never tried for fear of failure. Cannot pretend like it never happened, but cannot pretend that it can be undone like a shoelace. Like so many tangled cords behind a television. Accomplish each day, finish what you start, and yesterday will become last week, last month, last year, years ago. Looking back down the road we'll remember the twists and turns, the long straight aways, the dead ends, the crest of the hill, the thrill of descending the other side. Won't remember the speed bumps and potholes nor the dents in the car, not the small ones. The bad crashes tend to leave deeper impression, last longer. The question is, "Where do we go from here?"
