The Limbic System takes its memories and hurls them sideways down the corridors of my brain.
Thoughts become rampant; colors, smells, sounds, feelings – they all line up in military succession and parade themselves around throughout my inner cranium. Reflecting on the unexpected visitors always gives me a new perspective into my past that I hadn’t recognized before.
Maybe this is why they say that time heals all wounds. Maybe time is what is needed to allow perspective to grow and evolve, much like a child who, while in the throes of a tantrum, is left to their own devices somewhere quiet and safe.
That way the storm can outrun itself, the emotions can be spent and discharged, and self-control and contentment are then welcome to find their way back into the consciousness, which is always the preferred outlook.
L J Priest