a life lived is a life lost.

isn't that the thing about life–we're always lost?

forever unable to find the way home, be fully understood, say what we need, make sense of what we see.

to have our realities broken in the fear of what is for others could be for us.

so we find semblance of certainty in habits and routines–the patterns that stop our greatest adventure: finding ourselves.

what else are we to find in this life but a deep intimate knowledge of that soul which makes us move each day?

instead of sharpening ourselves against the coarse, jagged rocks in the unknown, we become dull and overused in the repeated motions of the life we have ceased to create.

we lose our taste

become lukewarm...

if warm at all.

a life lived is a life lost.

searching, yet never quite finding.

peeling back layer after layer,

perplexed–each new another refraction of our interior castle.

i've not dulled out yet...

how long is too long?

when you find yourself numb, near dull, to life

a bloated body surfaced, buoying along

you're always lost.

one step in a new direction is a step into the unknown–a choice to truly live.

it is the search for something within perception, beyond comprehension we do the thing we fear most.

we may come to understand ourselves at certain times, places, or contexts, yet it is simply that.

we must continue to search, to move beyond the current confines, lest the confines become that– we, a word filed away in the dictionary, stagnant to perception and understanding, forever locked in memory as is.

belief we know who we are is a farce; an empty display for whom?

perhaps we may understand, but to know?

knowledge rests with the creator not the created.

not knowing the way is not reason to become ruined

hopelessly unattainable

to ourselves and those around us

destroyed by uncertainty

suffocated by the definition we've created

so get lost

be lost

know you're not supposed to know

you're supposed to be

be found

for a respite

atop the mountain

where the cold air fills your lungs,

silence, your ears

hues, your eyes

until

you turn round

taking the first step back into the forest

to be

lost.