There are those that you happen upon, and those that happen upon you. It’s quite coincidental or just something that happens if you don’t keep it moving.

Then there are those that you chase after, for better or for worse when they don’t just come your way.

I’ve made a career of chasing the ones that are hard to find or just don’t want to be found. It’s foolish. I am foolish.

It all sounds cryptic and morbid, doesn’t it. It’s just a mood. It’s a bout of melancholy, and nothing new. This is what I mentioned in this space recently; how many days ago? Yesterday? The lockdown will play with the mind. My toolbox equips me to manage it and it does pass more smoothly. My experience isn’t a vaccine. There is no immunity. Shoutout though for those with whom this is a first time. It will pass.

I was speaking more specifically of my forgetfulness. There are times that I leave the backdoor open to visitations from the past. There are other times that I do myself no favors and dig at old wounds. That’s rarely a good idea but left with too much time on one’s hands it’s easy to get caught in a loop.

I will do better.