I find myself lost again. Life in Playa is one paradox after another.
I neither feel lost nor lonely but I feel something missing. From my life.
Yes. A paradox.
It’s not the place. At least I’m not making it the place. Because if I do I’ll run. Again.
So I’m staying. Despite the many conflict that arise due to that decision.
I’m staying put.
Until I sort through the maze that is my life. till I can fathom what my life means.
I no longer live in reaction. Reaction to everyone’s whim and decision.
I can’t continue adrift. Ship need sails
and I need a purpose.
To wrap my gift and talent in
To live my authentic self
A life filled with joy
