the title of my blog.
it represents two things to me:
The art of being lost. I realize sometimes that the journeys we take in life often get too dictated and weighted by plans of what we expect. Sometimes, it’s good to be lost. If you’ve ever walked through a forest, you’ve heard the quiet around you (with the sound of wildlife around you too). It’s peaceful. And if you’ve let yourself explore like I have, you’re never really thinking about finding your way back. You’re just exploring the peace around you, and just being free.
The art of finding your way. At the same time, knowing I’m lost means I’m finding my way. No one is there to dictate your path through the trees except you. So it’s a journey of learning about self. I’m learning from mistakes made along the journey, the ways I’ve pulled myself out of the mud, the appreciation I gain from the peace around me. I learn to see things my own way by finding my own way through the trees. No maps, no GPS. Just me and pure intuition (along with God guiding my steps). I can admire the streams and rivers, smell the flowers, and just breathe. The journey through the forest is my journey through life.