The sun sets on another day…
As the sun set, snowflakes and rain fell across the horizon. The misty rain fell and became ice, and the ice covered everything far and wide. As dark held on with its icy tendrils, i touched the trees and felt the ice thickened against their bark.
It is said that not all who wander are lost, by the same token not all who are lost have wandered. It works pretty much because the situations have nothing to do with each other. People wander, people get lost, and neither are necessarily connected. Where we come into some strangeness is the definition of wandering and being lost. Of course there is the obvious physical manifestations of both, but there’s also the possibility of your mind wandering, your trust wandering, you wandering, and a dozen other implications that don’t necessarily align with the physical world. Being lost is similar, you can be lost a dozen different ways while knowing where you are.
I have been lost, i have wandered, and i have both found my way home and found myself. No one else defines that except me and to imply such is to give up the greatest freedom that we all have. That freedom is the freedom to be ourselves.
Do you know who you are, where you are, and where you are going? Is there anyone else that defines who you are? Why?
1000 different questions can come to mind, situations can run over us come but in the end we make the decision to find ourself or lose ourself. No one else and nothing else can be blamed.
So as the sun sets on another day, I hope you know who you are, where you are, and how great you are. Find yourself every day and don’t be defined by anyone but you. After all, you are pretty special and I believe in you, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and I found you here…