Have you ever been driving down a road you don't normally drive down?
And you see something that you feel is worth inspecting?
So you drive back to whatever it is that caught your eye.
You park your car just off the road, and set off on foot to take a closer look.
You realize it's much hotter out than you had originally thought, this is usually also when you notice there's more bugs outside than you had originally thought, and for some reason they're all gnats and they're all flying around you.
You press on, and close in on what caught your eye in the first place.
You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, and open your eyes to finally take all of this in.
A beetle flies into your hair and gets stuck, the gnats are also back. Gnat country. There's actually a swarm of wasps near by as well, you're in luck.
It almost seems like even when we stop to enjoy a moment or to clear our heads we can't fully dive into it. Is it because we're really trying to clear our heads? Or is it because we enjoy thinking about our troubles? And if we don't enjoy thinking about our troubles just a little bit, why does our mind replay the bad parts? The parts that hurt to think about. The parts that you forgot about when every other aspect of your life seemed fine. The only parts you'd rather forget are the only ones you can bring back to life.
So you get back in your car, you listen to your seatbelt sensor go off for about 6 miles because you're a fucking rebel and nobody can tell you how to live your life, and you keep going. Nobody can take you back to the bad times, but sometimes, just sometimes somebody can take you back to the good times if you let them.
So drive on to the good times, don't stop to try and go back to the old ones anymore.
It'll be another one of those stops that you're glad you didn't make.
Based on a true story, Charlevoix MI 2017.