Originally Posted by
YetiMan
....The reality of my post-Taos life is that I long, I long for the freedom and sense of adventure I felt living there...and that I puzzle over comparisons of those times in my life, wondering if the changes in myself and the changes I see in my world are really changes in setting or changes in the world at large, of times changing...or is it my own process of aging, or maybe all of those. And I wonder if I'm longing for Taos, or longing for a Taos that only existed when I lived there, or not longing for Taos at all but rather longing for my own lost youth. It's a suite of thoughts I find so maddening that I have to abandon them far prior to resolving anything for my own well-being or face an inevitable aftermath of soul-searching, depression, and anxiety which always saps my life force for a few weeks. I can't tolerate the psychosocial affects, so I have to steer clear of those thought processes.