3 weeks ago
I read through some of my old journals last night and I find a lot of times in life I’ve felt lost or searching for direction.
Not certain of where I’m at or more importantly, where I’m heading.
But isn’t it funny how when we feel like we are on the right path, we don’t recognize the loss of feeling lost?
We are simply living in the moment, taking it step by step.
Part of me hopes that feeling will never go away, but I think they go hand in hand.
Without times of confusion, there would be no clarity.