i will be the first to admit that sometimes, more often than i would like, if i'm being quite frank, i get lost. i lose my footing and i stray. i fall from the path i was walking on somehow and wander off. just like that, i lose my way. and while, i then tend to find myself screaming into the void, trying to find my way back to the place i came from, my voice just bounces back to me. i cannot go back. i have learned new things, and i have grown, and shifted, and molded into a different version of myself. i will not ever be the same person that i was yesterday. none of us can be- not entirely. we all get lost in our lives and all we are left with is this.
right here.
this moment.
all we have are these fleeting little specks of time- sometimes, ones that take us far from the place we thought we would end up. and it's strange, isn't it? you wake up one morning and you look down at your hands and just realize that these are your hands. this is your life. right here. right now. all of those moments lead you to this place. maybe, right now in this part of your journey, you've fallen astray from where you thought you'd be.
there is no road map. no sign along the side of the road telling you what happens next for you. no telling what the rest of your time has in store for you. life is not a paint by numbers, but that's the beauty of it isn't it? maybe life isn't all about staying on one steady path or knowing where we're headed next. maybe we will never have all of the answers. but i think that as long as we keep asking the questions, if we have enough passion and enough hope within ourselves, the next moment we may get is tomorrow and maybe that's all the answers we really need.
