At first gulp, the word, “lost,” conjures up images of dandelion seeds taking flight in rowdy wallows of authoritative wind, lost, fallen astray, misplaced with inevitable wayward gusts. Dust. Empty and vacant.
Then, in consequent digestion of the concept, I realize they’re not. Nothing is lost. Can anything really be? Everything adrift and absent from our lives takes root elsewhere. The reciprocal transfer of energy and cyclical nature of life. The glorious nature of the build coupled with the unescapable beauty of the breakdown. Isn’t it more accurate to state that all lost, whether it is time, moments, a person, a relationship, a beloved object or place are really just out of our own sight? Transplanted. Out of sight, but adrift, somewhere, anchoring roots elsewhere. Whether in our minds alive through influence and impact or alive in an alternate setting in time, space, or place.
And isn’t that ok?
Memories linger and continue to be attained in every living present moment. Always at home in a space nestled safe in those moments we choose to allow loiter our waking and sleeping consciousness. We don’t own time, possess people or objects. We experience them with no binding contract of custody. It’s fluid, not concrete.They are to be savored or dismissed, appreciated or squandered. What is lost? Everything is just in constant motion. Out of our sight maybe, but simply passing.
In whichever context we prefer, lost in a dream, lost and in love, lost and alone. To me, the term is more synonymous to wandering, away but adrift…rootless, ready, and waiting.
All is not lost
All is reborn.
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This is a great perspective, especially since the idea of losing something can be overwhelming!
I love this: Transplanted, not lost. Very cool way to look at feeling lost.
Beautiful. Really beautiful. So coincidental because I’ve been reading and thinking about “growth mindset” research. The idea that our intelligence is not fixed, but can grow. They talk about winners and losers. Losers. Lost. It’s all so finite. Your slice has added to my thinking. I love that!
I love this so much but you already knew that. I’ve thought about it since Friday. The way you wound the concept of “lost” around and around like you did. It’s a great thinking piece but also writing to stand back and just admire. So very good, B.
“Memories linger and continue to be attained in every living present moment. Always at home in a space nestled safe in those moments we choose to allow loiter our waking and sleeping consciousness. We don’t own time, possess people or objects. We experience them with no binding contract of custody. It’s fluid, not concrete.They are to be savored or dismissed, appreciated or squandered.” WOW, does not completely describe the existential awesomeness of that.