Leaning on Thoreau After a Break-up
There is no greater trouble than the trouble of your own mind.
Often true. While it’s possible for the world to hurt us, and it will — it’s more common that we hurt ourselves with our own brains.
On this rainy, grey day — the day after the “official goodbye” to my dear love, Patrick — I am feeling especially blue. I also feel free and tired. But, mostly blue.
I am re-hashing all of our fun times together. And the hard times. I am thinking about how I loved him, how he loved me, why it couldn’t work, and how it almost did.
Part of me wonders, as with any great love, if there will be a reunion down the road. Perhaps the issues that ended “us,” will be miraculously resolved or dissolved. He and I can go back to trusting each other, fucking each other, and making each other laugh.
Unlikely.
When the heart is bruised this badly, it runs.
But, part of me hopes.
Thoreau is helping me through this, by giving perspective and an escape from self.
Reading the journals he kept from 1837 to 1861 is soothing my perseverations. In these journals he gives detailed accounts of his time spent in nature, and with these observations, he…
