I lost sight.
I lost sight in so many ways, I lost sight of my blogging, of my intentions, of my dreams, of my goals, of the way I use social media, of why I began doing the things that I do, of literally everything and I just stood here confused and dazed. I lost sight and so I thought I did, but what occurred to me is that I really wasn’t losing sight. If anything I was taking greater strides towards clarity and really pushing for it so I felt a little off balance. I have to constantly remind myself that so many things are changing all at once and that it doesn’t have to be figured out just yet. I need to remind myself that losing sight is only the beginning of finding that clarity. I have to remind myself that I’m not the first one to walk through this and that so many people have come before me and have gone through it all. The confusion, the panic, the need for instant success, the thirst for purpose, the want for clarity.
I call these the dazing twenties if you will where I constantly have a whirlwind of ideas, an overflowing stream of thoughts, which I don’t really mind being that I am naturally a brooder. At times they’ll be happy thoughts, at times they’re hopeless but I just get dazed at the beauty of it all. I’m finally realizing that so much to life than the black and white I’ve grown very well accustomed to. Now all I see if the gray and all that’s in between and I think it’s so beautiful. But don’t people say their twenties are some of the most beautiful and self defining times of our lives? I am most definitely here for it.