When I talk about leaving Madison, I’ve heard myself say so many times, “It was time to go.” As though all good things have an expiration date and my beautiful life in Madison was souring in the fridge. I think it’s a common feeling to our generation, this sense of ‘onward and upward’, and maybe there’s something to be said for it but I wonder if in our never-ending search for __________, we lose something else.
There’s a quote that I can’t exactly remember in Jonathan Safran Foer’s Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (which is the most beautiful book that I’ve ever read) about how the most important part of happiness is recognizing it. It’s also the part that’s easiest to forget, especially when you’re always searching, always looking for the next thing, always saying ‘onward and upward’. It’s easy to forget to say, “This is my life right now and it’s beautiful.” Even now I’m not doing it. I’m living in some combination of past and future, someplace between not-there and not-here either.