My Story

We all get lost, in fact sometimes we choose to.  Sometimes the need to throw off comfort and expectation outweigh the desire for safety and stability.  It can be exciting running towards adventure, reveling in our passion, seeking our truth, finding the unknown!  It can also be terrifying.  Sometimes we are not safe.  Sometimes we are far from stable. Sometimes, our choices become necessary in order to  find an escape from the known; the things we did not choose, or even the consequences of some that we did.

But... what happens when we find ourselves lost, even though we were certain that we were stable, that we were safe?  What happens when, while we were certain we were standing still, somehow we lost our path and looked around to find that nothing is familiar.  What happens when we realize that it is impossible to stand still to stay safe?  Hell, that it's impossible to stand still at all! Rather, if we cease to seek direction, we can do nothing but drift until all directions seem hopeless.  What then?

I got lost, in all the ways.  I had no other choice but to either continue to drift, or to recognize that while I can not control the tide, it does not tear from me the ability to own my choices, to set a course, and to say, FUCK IT, YES!  

I have asked for your stories, these are some of mine.