“Counting…what really matters, but doesn’t get audited”
Ever wonder why certain aspects of life seem to lose their luster over time? The first kiss can never quite be replicated, as well as the first sexual encounter, first time driving a car, flying in an airplane, you get my drift. That’s not because they somehow lose their significance to us as individuals, but rather it’s the brains ability to catalog and recall experiences for the mind. Unfortunately, humans chase these repeat experience like a house cat after a laser pointer, expecting full on gratification, just like the very first time. This apparent addiction of sorts, drives the emotional gears within the mind, while the brain controls the volume knob throughout all the successive encounters. It happens with everything we do, it’s just ignored whenever it pertains to something we’ve neglected to assign high emotional value to. I hate mowing the lawn, yet the first time I was allowed to as a child, I wanted to cut the entire neighborhood. Far too many humans detach from this level of introspection giving way to selective analysis of this phenomenon. We drive mindlessly on autopilot, because that trip to the office gives us little to add to the experience, yet we obsess on a particular relationship, hoping somehow it’s first moment of realization suddenly comes rushing back. Emotions are available to enhance the experience, not to copy/paste it to another time and place. Shouldn’t we periodically run an internal audit of what we wrap all this flailing emotion around? Could be, we’re tying up valuable emotional capital on diminishing utilitarian opportunity…wasting good feelings on stupid shit!