When we get lost, we always come back
but it gets a lot harder if we try to convince ourselves
that we’re not lost.
We get lost; we are human.
We sometimes have to get lost in order to figure out where to go next.
But I always seem to find my way back
when I admit that I’m lost.
When I admit that I’m not connected to myself anymore.
When I don’t try to force myself to know exactly where I am.
When I cry.
Then, I come back.
It doesn’t matter what you are after in life;
what matters is the way we go after it.
When we grab a shovel and start digging for peace,
we will never find it.
Peace can only happen when you don’t look for it.
When you admit you are lost, as is everyone.
When do you don’t look for a way out of sorrows.
Out of life.
And who knows, maybe a way out will come right as soon as you decide to slow down.
No one knows when a pathway will become visible to you.
But all I do know is that when you stop running to find a way out
and just sit where you are
it will be easier to spot.
We are meant to get lost
so that we can remember why we want to come back.
Ali Walks Around 