I seek balance. I am sometimes flung between an unquenchable optimism about the future, which makes me suspicious of my own elevated feelings; and an ill-humored desire for withdrawal, solitude and disavowal.
Oddly these polarized moments of clarity and heightening occur in the same context: when I am outside on a hike or a climb or a bike ride. Or sitting on a log by the riverside. Or trudging through snowy trails.
A divided self is not necessarily a problem. It might even have benefits that I can’t specify at the moment. But for my own well-being I’ll seek reconciliation and unity of the psyche.
I’ll make a project of it. I’ll call upon every loved one and liked one and upon the limitless capital of nature to solve this problem. I never do new year’s resolutions, but this seems like a good one for 2017.
Included: the same damn spot
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