October 2020

This moment feels like a snapshot that will stay in my memory until I die. I had memories at 10 and 20 years old, but I hadn’t built an emotional understanding of which memories stick. As you breach 30 years old, the third decade of life starts to give you a roadmap for identifying the moments that continue to echo.

The disappointment of my golden 7th birthday is a memory that stuck. I celebrated with my loving aunt and grandmother while my parents attended a funeral. The unbounded joy of hopping in the driver's seat and pulling away from my wedding reception is a vivid memory. I can feel that first moment alone with my best friend who had just become my wife. It felt cinematic, like her and me against the world. Trauma sears itself into our recollection. I will never forget the entire world cracking wide open as my wife was whisked out of the labor room for an emergency c-section to save my firstborn’s life.

Right now the whole world feels heavy. The term "burnout" is quick on lips. Zoom calls. Protests. Government in-action. Countless videos of people hurting each other. Sometimes killing each other. Stay at home orders. Masks. Political scandals and lies. Unemployment. Scrolling infinitely down feeds of disagreement, misunderstanding, name-calling, conspiracies, fact-checking, apprehension, fear. We call it doom.

I have to remind myself to zoom the lens out further. 1939 wasn't so long ago. A few living still have those snapshots pasted into the pages of their minds. Dark, dark snapshots. Millions upon millions of human wrought deaths. Doom. 

Further still. The scourge of American slavery. Hell was woven into the fabric of our nation.

Perspective. People are dying in 2020. Social unrest is real in 2020. But our grandparents and their grandparents have seen worse. Maybe we're soft in 2020? Maybe we’re weak.

That's not how it feels. It feels heavy. I can feel it leaving an imprint. Like a sofa sitting on the corner of a rug, crushing the fibers into a dense, hard circle. It's gonna be around for a while. Maybe as long as my neurons fire.

The thing about memories is that's all they are. Lingering mirages of something that once was. They can haunt us and inform us but they can not touch us. They aren’t made of atoms.

2020 is rapidly becoming a memory as the clock ticks on. 

We are human which means we climb and create. We also fall and destroy. But most of us start once again.

That's the imprint we are born with.

When the sun hangs low in the west
And the light in my chest
Won’t be kept held at bay any longer
When the jealousy fades away
And it’s ash and dust for cash and lust
And it’s just hallelujah

And love in thoughts and love in the words
Love in the songs they sing in the church
And no hard feelings

Lord knows they haven’t done
Much good for anyone
Kept me afraid and cold
With so much to have and hold
— No Hard Feelings - The Avette Brothers