Getting lost in Los Angeles is such a pain in the ass. Trying to navigate your way back after missing a freeway exit or two can take up half of your day. Traffic is horrific and sitting through light after light and attempting a left turn where no left turn arrows exist makes a person want to kick and scream. Sometimes I allow myself to do just that. Rage. Then I turn up my music, sing at the top of my lungs and dance. Screw it. Getting lost is what life is all about. Some detours land you in beautiful places you’d never have discovered without such a happy accident.
Right now, I'm lost and I’m losing but I’m getting mighty good at it. I have no idea which way is north and which way is south but I know I am right on track. I’ll find my way. It may take me a little bit of time but I will eventually make it to my destination.
In the mean time, I will smile and move forward. I must always be moving forward while exercising more appreciation for this one life I've been given. It truly is a gift to be here and unfortunately, losing and loss are part of the grand cosmic scheme. People come and go from your world every day, be it a breakup, death, or move, but you must learn to be on your own. The best thing you can do is send these missing people a mental tip of the hat every now and then to let them know they mattered.
To all of my friends who are also losing right now, let’s get lost together.