Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
I was thinking, that you were going to say " Blessed are the lost, for they are never going to be found out!"*joking*I always feel that there are no paths that are pre decided. We always make our path as we move .
Yep. It just doesn't always feel like a blessing at the time.
Thanks Jason!I no longer feel ashamed of being lost :DYou've made my day :)Lost is Found..Interesting...
Something I discovered a while ago. It really is amazing where you can find yourself whilst believing you are lost. Thanks for a thought provoking post.
This kind of makes your head whirl-who, after all, wants to be lost? But it is a beautiful thought.
Mona, to be lost is to be at the mercy of whatever path lands under your feet.Awareness, lost is also being far, far from your comfort zone. Re-formed more than "found," perhaps.Tabitha, none of the beatitudes do. That's why we need them.Erratic Thoughts, maybe being lost is gift. Whatever we stumble across would never have otherwise been.Petty Witter, you come out of it changed.Aparna, thanks!Oddyoddyo13, no one. And yet, chances are, you will be.
It helps to remember that you are exactly where you are supposed to be.
Beautiful picture, Jason! For some reason, this made me think: Wherever you go, there you are.
Makes me think of Robert Frost for some reason...
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