The Dream

I saw a great quote today in the drive up window of a bank. It was on one of those little daily flip over calendars and it stuck with me all day. "The past is a ghost, the future a dream, all we really have is the present." Every day is an attempt to exorcise my ghosts. Put an end to the haunting. The only time I can truly believe I am in the present is when I run. Maybe theoretically, each step carries me farther from the past and closer to the future. I truly I wish I could take the "pill" and forget; wake up comfortably in my bed with no memory of my own stupidity or the sheltered lies I so easily believed. I suppose it brings another quote to mind, "Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it", maybe its "learn" I don't have the quote exactly by any stretch of the imagination. I know that I am running a hilly course, one with peaks and valleys. You would think 4000 miles would be enough to distance myself, but news always leaks through and though the nature of it often re-assures me that I am indeed lucky to be free of the past's sour taste, it rarely brings comfort. So I keep running.