Written on 17th June 2017
“Only when we’re lost can we find ourselves again.”
I bought a picture with this saying on it when I was lost. And now I’m sitting at the Dubai airport, heading to Indonesia, feeling like I’ve finally found myself.
If I didn’t get lost, I would never try to find myself. If I didn’t get lost, I would never fight for myself. Maybe I would not even learn to love myself. I would not go to live in the UK last summer, I would not change my attitude towards the whole world.
I would not be here.
I would be dreaming about future, about the future ME, the strong and independent and happy ME. But the thing about dreams is that they stay only dreams in so many cases. And I could have been one of them. I would spend my days dreaming about travelling the world, about living the life I wanted – without actually living it.
But I got lost. I got so lost that I had to start from a scratch. I was holding on to something which I based my existence on, I desired a life without it and yet I couldn’t let go. But before I could even stand up and find myself on my own (I doubt I would be able to do it at that time), I fell.
I was pushed. And that push was one of the best things that have ever happened to me.
The radio is playing the song I used to listen to when I didn’t even know who I was. And now more than ever I realise that sometimes we just need to get lost.
We need to get lost so we can become that person we have always wanted to be. We need to get lost so we can find ourselves again.