In what I allowed to become an endless process of self reflection, perpetual incantations of self actualization, and countless introductions to introspection. I found that I had via chronological GPS and emotional signal triangulation found had myself in the most fixed and certain of point of who I was and exactly where I was In this place I called my Life.
And I had no damned Idea where the hell that was after all.
Surprisingly, this was neither vexing, or as it turns out much of a surprise.. it was much more of a classic “Well…Shit” Sam Moment that as it turns out was rule here and not the exception.
I feel that it is of personal importance that I draw no lines of relativity here, it seems I have an overbearing sense of propriety selfishness in this moment. That this metamorphic journey to absolute “well, that was stupid” be mine to covet.
Then a thought occurred to me.. And then, even as I write this I am smiling.
It is so much better a thing to be alright with who you are, not knowing where you are, so long as you are at peace with how you got to the place where its ok to be nowhere, cause wherever you want to go to from that point, you know yourself well enough, that your ready to go.
Its ok to get lost in the message, and who its meant for, so long as both the sender and the recipient is you.