They sat there, silent. Crickets, Birds, and the melodic sound of the crashing river laid down the layers of sound their eardrums entertained. In a reminiscent manner, almost nostalgic; Connor struck conversation about what just happened.

Yara had no want or need to willingly travel back down that emotional rollercoaster they were now sitting at the back end of. She’s never been one for the past anyway, her sights were always set forward; I’m surprised her car even had a rear view mirror.

Connor on the other hand, the rear view mirror was the staple to his life. He hadn’t done much down his road of adventure, so looking back gave him the comfort he needed— Replaying his best memories over and over. For him, what they had just been through showed strength, will, and determination. He found refuge in that fact. Connor, like most people have few memories of fulfillment, few deep experiences; so clinging to the scarce population of them that exist is a saving grace a lot of the time for him. Yara, however— Each road she traversed was filled with thrill. Her life was too interesting, each page after the other, filled with so much content you could write a book. Her, life needed no moments of nostalgia, because these deep moments piled for her like something that piles on top of itself very quickly.

Living like this led her to forget some key memories, the art of non attachment to these things also led to a lack of appreciation for some of these things.

Connor didn’t have that problem.