As I turned to leave, I looked down. Beside my foot, a sprout of greenery was clawing its way through the pristine nothingness to begin anew. It was later that I realized my haven had sent me a message, and it had shown me that nothing is ever completely lost, unless you cease searching.
Somewhere along the way I feel as though I lost my identity and its not like losing a passport it feels more like losing someone so dear to your heart that it pains you everyday to be so unsure if you’ll ever see them again or not
Home was never a dream for homeless people as they used to have their homes. Living in a home was their reality. Now we need to help them to find the lost-reality again.
He died when he was only nineteen years old. I was still a baby at the time, so I didn’t remember him. Growing up, I’d always told myself that was lucky. Because you can’t miss someone you don’t remember.
But the truth was, I did miss him.
And the geography of the thing–the geography of them–was completely and hopelessly wrong.
And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles…
In some strange way, any new fact or insight that I may have found has not seemed to me as a “discovery
I’ll see you in another life brother.
Some things get lost others return. That is how it is: the way of things.
One of the most important things you can do on this earth is to let people know they are not alone.