Founded on Wishful Thinking.

There are times when I miss seeing those things that would remind me of those happy, and not so happy, days of childhood. The parks the, the sun the rain and the schools. My brothers, My parents, friends, grandparents, cousins and that butterfly sense of belonging to this space with my ancestral roots and history. If I dwell long enough on that past I will feel that desire to return and somehow recapture that ephemeral “something” of what once was.

Time to sit back take another sip of coffee wiggle the toes in front of the fire; smile at my wife, admire the kids  then glare at the cat. This is my life now. True; It is fun to wander through those memories of aeons past. . .now and then refreshing to remind oneself of what life was. 

When all is said and done the past was just a training ground for what i am today. What you have now I did not have then, you can never go back without losing aspects of what you have gained. 

For all that I would want from England, that Canada does not have, am I prepared to lose my life or parts of this life here? No, not really. This is where I belong now. This (to be corny) is where the heart is; the past has done its job time to move on.  Claiming the past as golden and better than today is a fallacy founded on wishful thinking.