I’m going about this in a backwards way. If I were to describe myself in a nutshell I’d go so far as to say I’m always goddamn backwards, really. My thoughts like to stem into fifty different directions and I’m constantly back-tracking to correct myself.
What I mean to say, is starting at the beginning is old hat. But all good things must come to an end, right? That’s what they say, anyway. It’s common knowledge, an old English proverb that has spoken the truth for years and is easily applicable to our lives as a way of coping with change.
Good things come into our lives and then suddenly cease to exist. We know this, we learn to accept it. A thing’s tangibility may be compromised by death or faulty construction, but the fact that it once existed can not be put into question. We rewind our memories and revisit them. We wonder if we remember them correctly. We retrospectively contemplate how things have had an impact on our lives.
When it comes right down to it, some of the best things leave unmistakable traces…Like the faint taste of peppermint on your tongue long after the candy has dissolved.