There can be beauty in being lost. Sometimes we have to get lost to find eachother. And sometimes we find eachother, only to get lost all over again. You can’t always control it, the thing that’s going to set you a drift. And as you stand there, staring at the life you are about to leave behind, you have to accept it’s gone, it’s lost, just like you. All you can do is stand very still, breath in the moment, and try to be open to wherever the wind is going to take you next.
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