In a few hours we'll board our U.S. Airways flight bound for Phoenix. On some level it feels like we're going back. On another level, the question dangles: Going back to what?
It's not meant to be enigmatic. It's just that I often conclude there is no such thing as going back.
Even if 99.9% of everything - people, places, things, scenery, weather - remain as they are or once were, at least 1/10 of 1 % changes. That factor of 1/10 means nothing is static.
Who said it? There's nothing more constant than change ...
- People age.
- Landscapes become overgrown or under-turned.
- New things crop up; like roads and houses.
- Babies are born.
- The old ones (the ones my dear Elaine calls "the ancients") die.
- Wisdom roots where the lack of it once dwelled.
Then there's me: I'm different today than yesterday; and I'm hugely different than six months ago, or last year. Even if everything else remained as is, I haven't. Or I sure hope I haven't.
So, we're not really going back to Phoenix.
What we are doing is taking a trip to a familiar, though altogether new place. It means I need to prepare to see things differently; in a new light. To prepare in any lessor way is to miss the fresh, and perhaps the best.
Something tells me the dangling question is exactly why life holds so much adventure, and meaning.
It's possible (and probable) that we never really go back or backwards, but forever forwards.
The best is always yet to come in the economy of the 1/10 of 1%, but only if we allow it.