Stop.

You must forgive me.

A wave of nostalgia has hit and forced me to lie still in rememory. It was fitting, but I grew somber. How could I have forgotten the joy of this or that? How could I, when I have spent the better half forging life out of reason? So where was the reason in that? I have waited so long for all of the world to see the thrill and tune of this song, the lesson in this cartoon, and the greatness of this book’s character.

But I was drifting back to a time of lonely bliss with sunsets and warm, wondrous towns, yearning for a time when we should have made sense.

I have found that maybe, whilst I could no longer remember the wonder of it all word for word…

I have lived them instead.

I have kept that thrill of a song into a perseverant optimism whose source I can almost never pinpoint. I have turned that cartoon into mirrors of perspective, to seek counsel in the hundreds of other ways it can be seen. And as for my favorite book character, maybe, just maybe, I have become him: a little bit of greatness as this life would allow. Maybe, I have stressed myself too much. I have become my own hero already.

You’ll find you have too if you’d just stop and let the wave hit you. But, for now…

You must forgive me. For I have already.