Often times I don't know what I'm going to write about, so I usually end up writing things I have already said, trying to say them in another way.
The art of losing yourself is a very slow and complex situation that happens over a long period of time. For some people that could be years and it seems like it happens in a day, and others it could happen in a day and seem like years went by before they even realized what happened.
Either way, some how it takes a while, whether it's reality or only in our mind, we eventually lose ourselves somewhere in life.
We like to blame false lovers for stealing our heart, our thoughts, and consuming our whole mind, but honestly it's just our soul chewing away at the doubt inside of us trying with every bite to numb the pain.
We choose to blame the lack of income and the multitude of outcome that leaves our pockets turing over and over for our pain. We expect money to be right at our command, at the tips of our fingers every night, and stacked in our account with tons interest to water the greens.
We feed off of happy memories, expecting life to only be them, and anything other is a disappointment. We are so blind that we can't even appreciate the color that has already adapted in our brains.
The art of losing yourself is worth it, because in the end, you will always find yourself and a little bit more than what you ever dreamed of.
(j.a.r.)