When I truly realized I was lost, I gained something important I had never had before: perspective. A context; a way to evaluate everything in my life. Every event, and all my options, aspirations, possessions, desires, relationships, preferences, and fears. What are any of these things if I do not even know where I am?
When I know that I am lost, what happens to everything I value? The fears and anxieties I had carried around my entire life began to lose their grip. But it was letting go of my aspirations that provided the greatest relief. I desired so much it hurt, and when I tripped and faltered, it seemed like I had lost the biggest part of me.
I woke up one day lost, sick, and cold. I knew I needed to get home, but I became delirious and, in my fear, I began talking to the trees and imagining things that were not there to comfort myself. I began to believe the dreams I created, and forgot that I was lost.
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