Lost and Found
Sometimes I believe in fate. Other times I believe in pure coincidence.
Even though we see what we want to see, and perceive things the way we want to perceive them...I really believe I'm a finder. I find things. Never material things like keys or lost cds...but things of people.
When I was in fourth grade my grandmother (mom's side) was going through some serious health problems. I found her when it first started a weekend morning when she had slipped on the porch. and then I found her again in the middle of the night when she had fallen and couldn't pick herself up. Both of these times were unusual because even as a child i would wake up late, but that morning i was the first one (aside from my grandmother) to get out of bed and i've never before and never since that night had the urge to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom (which is how i found her).
And since then I've been finding people...in problems or situations. And it really is just the luck of the draw (so to speak) in that... i walk in at a certain point in time or something like that. coincidence? fate? i don't know which to believe...but i know that i'm there in that one moment and i'm supposed to react. i mean i'd like to believe that i was sent to that place or believe that i belong in that place... but who's to say what is what?
but like i said, perceptions are our own--when i perceive walking into a bad situation at the right time as me having good timing and supposing to be there...the other person won't recognize it at all...
so much of our life takes place in our heads that when it's out of our heads and esp when it's out of our control--what is really happening?
I like to believe that I am a finder... I like to believe this because it gives me purpose and it makes me try to be a better problem solver. I like to believe this because...otherwise I can't explain why I keep running into people's lives for periods at a time and esp. at a time when something is needed.
we all like to feel loved and wanted and needed...or maybe just us women (it's a girl thing!)...
we always--at some point in our lives--ask: what is the purpose of life? what is the purpose of MY life specifically? IS there a purpose at all? and i'm sure there are MANY MANY MANY MANY answers and different beliefs of this and that to come to some kind of conclusion. but what if the conclusion is just the process? what if--answers are just supposed to be more questions? what if the purpose is the journey? what if the beginning and end doesn't matter and that's why we don't remember or know about these things?
i don't know.
thoughts for food i suppose... i'm lost at times. and wish i could be found. but we need a little bit of both in the world. and esp a little bit of both in our life time.
Even though we see what we want to see, and perceive things the way we want to perceive them...I really believe I'm a finder. I find things. Never material things like keys or lost cds...but things of people.
When I was in fourth grade my grandmother (mom's side) was going through some serious health problems. I found her when it first started a weekend morning when she had slipped on the porch. and then I found her again in the middle of the night when she had fallen and couldn't pick herself up. Both of these times were unusual because even as a child i would wake up late, but that morning i was the first one (aside from my grandmother) to get out of bed and i've never before and never since that night had the urge to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom (which is how i found her).
And since then I've been finding people...in problems or situations. And it really is just the luck of the draw (so to speak) in that... i walk in at a certain point in time or something like that. coincidence? fate? i don't know which to believe...but i know that i'm there in that one moment and i'm supposed to react. i mean i'd like to believe that i was sent to that place or believe that i belong in that place... but who's to say what is what?
but like i said, perceptions are our own--when i perceive walking into a bad situation at the right time as me having good timing and supposing to be there...the other person won't recognize it at all...
so much of our life takes place in our heads that when it's out of our heads and esp when it's out of our control--what is really happening?
I like to believe that I am a finder... I like to believe this because it gives me purpose and it makes me try to be a better problem solver. I like to believe this because...otherwise I can't explain why I keep running into people's lives for periods at a time and esp. at a time when something is needed.
we all like to feel loved and wanted and needed...or maybe just us women (it's a girl thing!)...
we always--at some point in our lives--ask: what is the purpose of life? what is the purpose of MY life specifically? IS there a purpose at all? and i'm sure there are MANY MANY MANY MANY answers and different beliefs of this and that to come to some kind of conclusion. but what if the conclusion is just the process? what if--answers are just supposed to be more questions? what if the purpose is the journey? what if the beginning and end doesn't matter and that's why we don't remember or know about these things?
i don't know.
thoughts for food i suppose... i'm lost at times. and wish i could be found. but we need a little bit of both in the world. and esp a little bit of both in our life time.