Lost

The worst feeling in the world is when you start feeling like you'd rather fail than continue doing what you're doing.

It's not where I want to be, but it's where I am right now.

People say that it doesn't matter what you've done on the past, it's what you do now that counts. To how many people does that rule apply? To you, to me, to everyone. Maybe.

You can't fix the broken. The broken is incorrigible. The incorrigible has no hope.

They say that success is wanting to thrive, not just survive. Then if surviving is a failure, what happens when you don't even want to survive? It's jumping from a cliff knowing you're jumping from a cliff.

And then things take a turn.

Suddenly, in mid-air, you realize you're falling and that you'd rather be perched back atop the cliff rather than here. But the incorrigible has no hope.

You can't undo that fall.

It's not where you want to be, but it's where you are right now.

The moment you lose your sense of purpose, the moment you find it back. But too late, by the time you found where you want to be you have drifted away.

You want to cast an anchor and stop drifting, but that would get you nowhere. You look ahead and there is nothing but the violent current and the thick suffocating mist. You look above and there are the glittering stars in all their glory; yes, you know where you are.

Now if only you knew where you could go.

Trying to swim against the current could get you somewhere, nowhere. Right now you are nowhere. You don't know what's ahead.

You've fallen into a pit, you know you're in a pit, but you've got nowhere else to go. Not knowing where you want to go is worse than not knowing where you are.

You are lost.

I am lost.