What if every aspect of my life has become a performance, now unable to identify with the reality of things or the things that truly matter, sitting off somewhere out of site. I’ve never felt to truly understand the journey that I was on, or where it was leading… yet always understand my answer to the call to the unknown - a yes. I’ve always wanted to find out… to find myself out there outside of the confines of convention. The fear of becoming normal.

But sometimes I feel like I’ve gone too far… flew so high and out of site I couldn’t find my way back home… or even remember what that feeling felt like - to live at a home… in communion with others. I made the mistake of looking backwards… over the things that never worked… the things I thought would never affect me again… things stuffed in the closet… all now continuing to appear. I just never wanted to live the same twice, only to find myself nowhere to spend these days.

A lot of unhappiness comes from being stuck in the past. Always wondering about the what ifs, how you could have done things differently, wondering if you made the right choices along the way. I look around and ask if we do know each other at all, and looking back on my life did I ever give you the chance to?