I woke up one day with the thought that I really needed to find myself. After all these years – so who was I really? I read books, browse the internet and chewed a few brains- friends who indulged me, debated and shared their experiences. Now, if I had to climb the highest mountain or jump down the deep gorge or sail the oceans… I would somehow work it out but finding myself has been one complicated journey.
Some days I feel I know, and some days I flounder in contemplation. The most beautiful things somehow make this journey into my unknown a soulful experience – I look at the sky, the birds flying home, hear a beautiful piece of music, a fallen flower, a person in prayer or just a poem of love and parting and I feel like this is the most ancient experience, this is the feeling that so many people before me have sensed – over time, hundreds and thousands of years ago. And I wonder. After I am gone who else will stand in a moment of complete wonderment and silence as the sun sets behind the mountains even as I do today? I may ever find the answers but it will not be for want of trying. I know today that there would be no good days if there were no bad ones, that the sky wouldn’t be blue if it were never black, and sometimes you have to fall halfway down the mountain to find the path that will take you straight to the top and that there is always time to live, laugh and love even if you don’t have all the answers.
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