Lost

I am lost.  I am a single being in this universe.  A single creature on this earth.  I am a single human, ultimately just a bunch of atoms, some hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen and oxygen.  That’s it.  Made of the elements.  Just like the rest of the world, I am particles.  I am no better than the ocean, the land, the other animals in this world.  I am the same as the furniture that occupies homes.  I am no more, or less, than the ‘stuff’ that clutters people lives. 

It’s no wonder one can feel completely lost, beneath all the ‘stuff’ within life.  Physical stuff, metaphorical stuff, mental stuff.  In this universe filled with stuff, I don’t know where I want to be, what I want to be doing, who I want to be, who I want to be surrounded by.  I am lost.  Confused. 

I am a single being, made of multiple particles.  I am a lonely bunch of particles swimming in a big, deep, vast sea of countless particles.  I am lost.  No one is looking for me.  And I don’t know where to start searching.  I don’t know what to begin to search for.  I am longing for something.  Longing for something special, longing for desire, longing for purpose, longing for peace.  In a world full of ‘stuff’ I am lost.

I need to pick a path, and follow it, until it feels right.  Or wrong.  Either way, one will only know once you begin a journey.  Lost.  Lonely.  Sometimes lonely in a good way.  Sometimes lonely in a lonely way.  To begin a search is the only answer to fill the void, to fill the lost.  To rid the lost.  To be found.  To find. 

When physically lost in the street, you stop, breath, think, remember, ask, and if all else fails, just pick a direction and run with it – through the journey all eventually becomes clear, the destination soon becomes irrelevant.