Eyes on the Horizon
As the world in my rearview slowly fades into oblivion.
I had a realization about my idea and experiences of romantic relationships. For most of my life, I’ve never even seen a healthy and thriving relationship. My relationships, including my marriage, never made it past the infatuation stage. That is the hopeful stage that everyone tries to sell the best versions of themselves, but it’s the equivalent of getting comfortable viewing Autumn leaves every day.
It doesn’t last.
I used to romanticize past relationships. Daydreaming about what could’ve been and never will be. That’s a waste of my precious time. I’ve tried to highlight the best of my exes and old flames thinking that I could bottle up a part of their personalities and take them with me. I hoped my new love would have some of the best characteristics from each one of them.
I wonder why past dwellers create these Frankenstein lovers in our minds?
Logically thinking why would something new work if you bring something old with you that didn’t work? It makes me look at the movie Terminator with different eyes now. When they time traveled they came through the other side naked.
I remember one of the characters said nothing dead can come through.
That scene gives my life a whole new meaning. Yes, my life lessons helped me to become a better person but you still can’t come with me.
Past lover, you can not come with me.
I have to let you go because dead things can’t come with me on this ride into the future. The title eyes on the horizon come from an online trainer that I work out with. Her verbal instructional video is a run and walking exercise.
I do the workout on my rooftop usually to a sunrise or a moonrise illuminating the morning or evening clouds. Every time the trainer says “ eye’s on the horizon” I feel so hopeful and inspired. I look beyond my current situation while I’m running in place. Forward is a majestic sky and behind me is my house. A house that I lived in when I was married. Think about that. I believe that my new relationship will look like nothing that I’ve ever experienced.
She won’t be a leaf that will descend to the earth in Autumn.
She’ll be a root that thrives in good soil planted by the living water.
I can’t even imagine her because I shouldn’t be able to. She transcends memories that are buried in cold cemeteries. There is no prototype or blueprint for her. That’s the conclusion I’ve come to.
So what did I learn or can bring from past relationships into the future?
Nothing. That revelation is a present.
Every day is blank page Dave Grohl From his NY best selling memoir
The Storyteller
Finally, I believe God is my favorite artist and collaborator. I had the perfect picture set aside for this article months ago and I couldn’t find it. I gave up and stumbled upon another in my collection.
I titled it eyes on the horizon of course. It looks like the sun is the iris that’s on the horizon surrounded by clouds as the eyelids. I mean can you get any better than that?