For some reason, I found what I looked for. Yet, I am bound to keep seeking what others are looking for…
On Losing What Was Grateful#
It might be the first time, and it took me forty years. I believed I found it, held it, only to let it slip right through my fingers.
Grasping at whatever there is to hold on to…
A recurring, terrifying dread of a thought: this is not the first time. I have been here before, but for some fucking reason, I cannot remember or even see it anymore.
“I want my notebook back!”
I know you have it, and I assume you do not understand or haven’t figured out what to do with it. That might be a relief—at least for you.
Epilogue: At the Crossroads Again#
At another crossroads again.
- Another choice to make…
- Something else lost…
- Why am I even existing?
What about you?#
Have you ever felt like you’re constantly seeking something you can’t quite name, only to find yourself back at the same crossroads? Let’s connect and share our stories in the comments.