It’s been more than six months since we left Earth behind.  Or, to be more honest with myself, it’s been six months since I fled.  That’s really what it was all about for me, and it’s only been in the last month or so that I’ve been able to fully understand that.

Dr. Zimmer knew it.  I still remember the day, back on Earth, when he sat beside me and talked about running away from problems.  Now, months later, I’m beginnng to realize a couple of things.  First, I know he was right; we can try to distance ourselves physically from pain and sorrow, but until we come to terms with the pain itself, it will always trail us like a shadow, never very far away.

Yet I’m not beating myself up over it, either, and that’s the second thing I’ve realized: it’s not necessary to criticize myself for acting upon human nature.  It’s almost natural, I’ve decided, for human beings to try to flee from problems.  Maybe it’s part of our instinctual self preservation mode.

I know I’m not fully healed from the pain I left behind on that beautiful blue planet, and who knows how long it will take, if ever.  But I’m doing better; time apparently does help, acting almost like a bandage, allowing the wound to repair itself.  I suppose that if I’m going to use that analogy, I could also say that it will likely leave a permanent scar.

But I’m okay with that.

(What do you say, Galahad fans?  Have you found that, no matter how much something hurts you emotionally, time works wonders?  More so than just trying to run away from it?  Feel free to post any thoughts you might have, and thank you for visiting The Galahad Blog.)