I have been reminded of late that sometimes those we've loved the dearest never really go away, regardless of the miles between us. At other times, those closest to us are the ones who are farthest away. There are several personal stories attached to that sentiment, but for now I am thinking of another friend who is anticipating an unanticipated change of path:
March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.
As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives. ~Henry David Thoreau
The path of least resistance and least trouble is a mental rut already made. It requires troublesome work to undertake the alternation of old beliefs.
Sometimes it is sweet, even humbling, to return to the yesterdays when things were simpler, less complicated. Like in the days of teddy bears. And too-big earphones. With only the irritation of a flashbulb spotting your view.