b ~ Time to turn back and descend the stair

I am easily seduced by the past, comforted by memories and thoughts of
days gone by. If given the chance I could happily dwell in that safe
and well-known land.And yet I seem to be getting these messages from the Universe that
show me a different way. It is a persistent, some might say nagging
universe, one that wants to be heard.

This past week I’ve gotten daily quotes in my inbox:
“Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere wholeheartedly,
one-directionally, without regret or reservation.” -W.H. Sheldon

On one of the blogs that I read I found this staring back at me:
“There are far better things ahead, than any we leave behind.” -CS Lewis

And booming from my car speakers:
“I can’t really say why everybody wishes they were somewhere else/ But
in the end, the only steps that matter are the ones you take all by
yourself.” -The Weepies

All this talking of walking means something, I think. Still, the spell
of the past is one that is hard for me to break. I imagine that
Melancholy is a blanket I wrap around myself, irregardless of the
tropical temperatures outside. Nostalgia is a candy bearing stranger
that I know better than to talk to. Both are irresistible.

Yet here I am imagining myself putting one foot in front of the other
and not looking back. Surely there is time for such reflection, a
pausing to revisit all I’ve done and accomplished.My memories are
beads on a necklace I absentmindedly finger. But right now, I’m
feeling this strange desire to look ahead. All motion is forward
motion, or something like that.

Okay Universe, I’m listening. Show me what you’ve got!