Lost and Found

Sometimes there comes a period in your life when you stray from your path. I have been strayed for a long time. At least ten years. I have found my way back. I am still walking with one foot on and one foot off the path, but it's better than miles away.

I don't know when it was that I lost my faith. I just remember waking up one day with a hole inside. That was about four years ago. I felt so empty. I felt lost, but I didn't know how to find myself. I spent years wandering trying to find what I had lost. I traveled different paths, but ultimately, they brought me back to one, single, solitary road. I didn't recognize the path for what it was until recently.

I suppose we all go through times in our lives when we question our belief and the path we are on. We all have to do some soul searching and discovering. I just always thought it would be more conscious than what it was. I never thought I would soul search without realizing it until I looked back and saw where I had been.

Only when I had looked at where I had been, was the path ahead of me clear. It's like when you are laying in bed at night and watching the shadows dance on the ceiling. The only way you can see them clearly is when you don't look directly at them. You have to look behind you to understand the path ahead of you.

Life is funny that way, but I think I am finally understanding it.