Why do I feel lost? Why do I feel like I do not know what to do? Where I want to go ? Who I am?
The past year and even now, it seems as if the whole world is crashing down on me. As if the marble slab of stone perched precariously atop the Corinthian column came tumbling down...As if an island popped out of the sea-blue waters in front of you...As if new sprouts of grass are growing in the desolate desert? I thought I was so sure of what I wanted to do, what I sought out to do, but then it, they, you, life, something happened and I am lost.
Before I wrote about who am I?, and today (in this moment) I am still no closer than figuring out who I am. How long until I find myself? Or maybe how long until I see and acknowledge myself?
We'll see...
