MysticS Moment

  I 'm not sure that I have found one person in this life that can be fully comfortable walking an unknown path. I don't mean actual paths because then that would exclude hikers, we don't do that here. I'm talking about the path of life. The path that not one person can seem to fully track or map out. The one path that holds the power to destroy you or uplift you. Or possibly do both within a few steps. I've come to understand that no matter how much I try to understand it, I am still left with mystery. So the only way to have any chance of controlling the navigation is to become comfortable with the mystery.  N ow that doesn't mean ending up like Percy Jackson when he goes to Las Vegas and gets tricked with a Lotus flower. Becoming comfortable with mystery  doesn't have to mean that you stay trapped in an endless cycle of unwanted torment. It does mean that you can't let fear control the narrative anymore though. If there is anything in this life that...

  W hen I was a child, I thought that one day I would grow up and have all the things happening. I thought self-discovery was gonna be me exploring and learning while living my life to the fullest. Instead, I'm sitting at home continuously asking myself questions that may never get answered. The hardest part of it all though is the silence, basically the things that are not happening. Or perhaps the absence of people you thought you would have to support you.    I n my most recent days I have become unmistakably aware of how much of life I'm NOT experiencing. I mean all your typical textbook things that you're supposed to do in your 20s. The thing is that I don't have the desire in my heart to make my life like the plot of every "new-age self-discovery" movie. The one where the main character finally leaves home and finally figures out their life has been a big lie. Where most of the things they learned in their childhood won't help them in reality. Yeah, ...