Years ago I took a walk with my father to the park I grew up playing at.
It was fall, but the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and neighbors waved hello.
We stopped at a table in the park to sit.
It was fall, but the world felt bright. The leaves crisp – their scent on a subtle breeze.
It was a perfect fall day.
There are a few things he told me about life.
I mostly never listened.
He said the world is as you choose to see it. You can see only the good, only the bad, or a bit of both.
He said people are mostly thinking of themselves – rarely in harming you is it as intentional or malicious as most think.
We talked about theory of mind – we project onto others what we think they may be thinking or feeling. We never really know.
Was it all the same day?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Does it matter?
I feel the sun from that day and I feel a smile I miss seeing.
Laughs and Lobotomies 