If we are, I’m not sure I like it. Like some slowly drifting scent on the wind—like cold spring that sticks in your hair, even though it’s the warmest day yet this year—I can’t shake a sense of changing things. There’s this unsettling shift from what one must do to be happy to what one must do to be logical, to live up to responsibility and all that.
Maybe it’s a phase. Maybe it’s a short term reaction to get us to long-term happiness. Maybe it’s a way of re-centering, mapping out new possibilities without leaving the old plans in the dust. I like that last one.
Or maybe this is just what happens, until it doesn’t anymore.