Friday, 9 October 2015

The Fear of Getting Found...

My fellow humans,
                           I've heard people calling life a journey, a journey to find who we are and what we're searching for.... that's right we're lost people, because we don't know what exactly we're looking for. but have you ever wondered What If ? What if we find what we are looking for..... or, what if  we were always lost, but just did not realize it  because we are in a sea of people?
                           To be honest, I've always wondered if i was lost... because i have no clue why i'm writing a blog when no one's going to read it... Or even if someone stumbles across is will call it gibberish or i don't feel very purposeful in life, i am just living everyday. On the other hand i always wonder what if i was never lost and just don't realize it because the thought of the unknown seems fascinating. The reason i started wondering about this is because, one of my favorite pass time is to observe people, for some reason i can have a conversation with almost every Tom, Dick and Harry I've ever met. What i realized was it wasn't only the so called plastics who deep within feel hollow, but plenty of us.
                         Theoretically speaking who wouldn't love to be found and isn't the whole purpose of getting lost is to be found and getting lost is just a phase. Really ? Well if it so then why hasn't everyone "found" themselves? Well ask yourself, if whether you really found yourself ? Every time you sit between a crowd do you get what your looking for ? Every time you stare at the mirror, do you feel the person staring back at you knows everything ? Even if you know you're lost, aren't you scared of getting found ? or are you just living in denial ? I think that fear of getting found is not as bad as it sounds (provided you're not paranoid), it gives you a sense awareness and probably being lost is all we known.....That's how we've pretty much lived all our life.
                           Every time i think about it, after a while i stop asking myself this... because do i really want to know ? or probably i just love getting lost and don't want to wait to be found... because when i get lost... i decide how i want to be found and that's when i start living .