So frustrated lately. With pretty much every facet of my life, really, if I think about it.
Therefore, I try not to.
“Being lost is the only way to get found.”
That’s a line from a different book; not the one I am reading now. There was another about being trapped in hope and then set free, but this was the one which stood out most to me on a personal level.
I’ve always wanted to get found.
Wished for it, wondered if I might realize it if and when it ever happened.
I learned that I would have to make it happen, and that in order to do that, I would first have to find myself.
Sometimes, though, things just stay lost. And that’s okay, too. We adapt, but never really stop looking.
Just in case.