We have all experienced this feeling at a point in time. Being lost is part of our life journey, is a necessity in our initiatic trajectory to discovering our life purpose.
What makes my journey worth being laid out on paper, is the turning point in which, being lost, has become a choice, a choice that gifted me unthinkable experiences, breathtaking views, mind gripping stories, and an addiction I don’t want to be cured of.
As many, I have been cruising trough life, without having a clue if I am heading anywhere or if I even belong to any specific place. I just left myself carried by the waves of destiny, hopping that someday, I will be stroked by an “Eureka” moment and have my life set up, my life-goals bullet-pointed, and my road laid out in front of my sore feet, ready to GO.
But I waited and waited, and waited some more, until the muddy, agitated waters of my life, forced me to swim. I was still lost, I didn’t knew where I am heading, but at least, I was going somewhere; And somewhere is always better than nowhere!
I swam and swam, the wave were still rough, but the water became clearer, until the point in which I could see around myself. For the first time in years I forgot to pity myself and payed attention at my surroundings.
Was then when I realized that even though I may possibly not be able to shout “Land” anytime soon, at least I can enjoy a good snorkeling.
The same place I was drowning myself into, was now the paradise which was injecting its beauty trough my veins.
This is how, three years ago, I decided to dismiss the fact that I have to reach anywhere, and decided to ” Remain Lost”
Lost in a flavored pot of Humanity and Culture; Lost in my own discoveries!!