How does it happen and when? Could we actually know that we have lost something without knowing we possessed it in the first place? If we listen closely to our instincts could it lead us to what we have lost? Should we even bother looking it or just start over again?
As children we have dreams and visions of how our lives will be when we grow up…many of us can’t wait to grow up… but then we do and the magic of being a grown up disappears…
Does it happen that on a day one wakes to notice: I don’t know the person i am looking at in the mirror. Then we spend a life time trying to remember who we were before we became the person in the mirror we don’t recognize.
Is that part of the glory of being a grown up?
Perhaps we lose ourselves gradually, as a result of cumulative experiences. Then, life turns us into busy creators who don’t have time to journey into the soul and reflex more often . That is until we stumble against the new and unrecognized us, who is yet again able to take us through unfamiliar territory . Exhausted, some get to that point where we do look around and wonder : where have I gone? Who is this person I am looking at in the mirror?