Getting Lost In Thought So I Can Find Myself

I have been thinking a lot about getting lost and what it means: in action, in thought, in physical space. To me, there is no other way to lose yourself that is so satisfying as letting your thoughts take you where they want. And there is no better place to do this than in a plush armchair, overlooking the ocean or a long walk alone. 

I find there is no better time than before anyone has woken up. What is it about immersing oneself in nature that commands a sort of forced poetic narration? Would I have compared the sun to a shy but attention-hungry child had I been seated indoors? 

Have you ever considered the abundance of matter around us? The wind and the birds and the soil and the trees and the sand and the stone that engulfs us. It’s hard to not fathom the earth’s vastness until you are no longer mining your memory to create a solution to the 1000 problems that race around in it. 

Talke time to get lost in Time and find your Yourself