I once knew a friend for a short but significant duration in my life. I never met them but they made pleasant a turbulent phase with discussions about tea and a quote I have come to revist time and again. This quote comes from West with the Night by Beryl Markham. It goes like:
“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”
Back when I first read this, I found so much reassurance in knowing that my fear of the unknown future might be baseless. More than that, it helped me find a shelf for the pain of leaving what I thought was home, physically and emotionally. It helped me steady my gait and walk purposefully into the cloudy future. It has been several years since this time but today I woke up thinking about the quote again. I started thinking of the reluctance of departing from places real and imaginary. I considered how I must let go of the reluctance.
I also started to read West with the Night this morning and not even a few pages in, found another gem by the author. She says how her writing style is not in a particular order, chronological or otherwise. She says, her writing is “.. lending reality, not order, to memory.” And that is exactly how I think of this blog, it makes my recollections and musings more real to me. But the order of posts is often random. Maybe this is natural to writing of any sort or maybe it is because both Beryl and I were busy at work :-)