Going Back to Go Forward

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f life — moments of clarity. Marks carved when someone did something undeniable unselfish for you that made a difference; without prompting or without seeking reward. An aunt or godmother who never forgot your birthday — a small gift received that made you feel special and happy. You always wanted to say ‘thank you’, but you never found the time. An exceptional teacher, who at risk to her career, showed you how to believe in yourself when others didn’t — moments in suspension — still waiting for that gesture of appreciation. A friend who paused on their personal journey to sit with you for a while — an enormous contribution — a space in the fabric of time left incomplete. A son, who stood by his father and never questioned whether his Dad’s stance was right or wrong — an as-yet unaddressed demonstration of kinship — a bond of blood still waiting to be acknowledged. So many little things, and as you dwell on them, the list becomes endless. These are the gems that made us who we are, and they

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are priceless. For us to find true closure to who we have become, the ticks must be applied.</p><p id="a2ff">There is never time. I’ll do it one day, as soon as I can. Will this be one day never? Pull off of that Highway. Park your car on a quiet country lane. Take a deep breath and start planning your forays back. The images in that time capsule inside your head may have long departed this world — buried under a carpark, a building or a new link road. Those individuals that burn so brightly in your imagination may no longer remember who you are or if they did, what they might have done that was so prominent on that calendar of yours. They may even think you a bit mad. These moments of revisitation is equally about them and you. It gives perspective on where you are heading and allows you to lay the past to rest with a smile and a nod of satisfaction. You’ve done your best, and others, by their small but not insignificant acts, helped you along the way. Amen and onwards.</p></article></body>

Going Back to Go Forward

Sometimes, in those odd moments out, I’d like to go back. I don’t mean time travel. That’s not for us mortals.

Life leads us from one thing to the next, a high-speed chase, all seemingly of equal importance. We are so caught with the forward rush of events that we never stop to think of where it is taking us. However, at the back of our minds, something continually niggles on our thoughts — a thing incomplete — a desire to go back. It refuses ever to go away.

The need is not to live life over again but to re-visit those notched points on your branch on the tree of life — moments of clarity. Marks carved when someone did something undeniable unselfish for you that made a difference; without prompting or without seeking reward. An aunt or godmother who never forgot your birthday — a small gift received that made you feel special and happy. You always wanted to say ‘thank you’, but you never found the time. An exceptional teacher, who at risk to her career, showed you how to believe in yourself when others didn’t — moments in suspension — still waiting for that gesture of appreciation. A friend who paused on their personal journey to sit with you for a while — an enormous contribution — a space in the fabric of time left incomplete. A son, who stood by his father and never questioned whether his Dad’s stance was right or wrong — an as-yet unaddressed demonstration of kinship — a bond of blood still waiting to be acknowledged. So many little things, and as you dwell on them, the list becomes endless. These are the gems that made us who we are, and they are priceless. For us to find true closure to who we have become, the ticks must be applied.

There is never time. I’ll do it one day, as soon as I can. Will this be one day never? Pull off of that Highway. Park your car on a quiet country lane. Take a deep breath and start planning your forays back. The images in that time capsule inside your head may have long departed this world — buried under a carpark, a building or a new link road. Those individuals that burn so brightly in your imagination may no longer remember who you are or if they did, what they might have done that was so prominent on that calendar of yours. They may even think you a bit mad. These moments of revisitation is equally about them and you. It gives perspective on where you are heading and allows you to lay the past to rest with a smile and a nod of satisfaction. You’ve done your best, and others, by their small but not insignificant acts, helped you along the way. Amen and onwards.