I haven’t been ‘lost‘ for a long, long time.
I could tell: I couldn’t rummage any memory of it. I think it’s a sign that I haven’t been moving around, like I’m supposed to. I am seemingly stuck in the familiar route — home to office, vice-versa.
On Saturdays, I do venture downtown to peek at some of the freshest flowers. My latest loot consisted of proud gladiolus, the yellow ones looked like this:
Yet, while I wasn’t literally lost, I have been metaphorically wandering. I wander in every chapter of Terry Goodkind’s Wizard’s First Rule. I wander in the verses of Merlie Alunan’s Pagdakop sa Bulalakaw ug Uban Pang Mga Balak. And I do the same in Medium.com, Harvard Business Review Blog, and Tyler Knott Gregson’s page.
Visually, my journeys would keep me glued on the incredible works of artists’ posts on Behance and features on Bored Panda. In each of these travels, be it in text or visual art, I take with me my curiosity. I feed it with details, I let it soak in the experience — even if much of it goes in my head.
And I do ‘get lost’ in it.
And I am contented to just whiz here and there, armed without maps but with that sense of awe. 🙂
the girl who thinks an awful lot 
Well-written! You’re lost in a lot of readings. That’s good fir the mind. Btw, I love those yellow flowers. My mom grows a lot of them; red and pink are common. We don’t have the yellow ones.
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Thank you, Elise! Indeed; once or twice, in between writing or proofreading my work, I tend to these sites and books. I love combining both readings on net and in print. 🙂
Lucky you, the flowers were just planted?! Argh…if I had a bit of fertile plot, I’d do the same…
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