
I just realized something today.
I’m lost…
I am so lost that I don’t even know who I am anymore. I forgot who I am, or more like who I’ve always been.
Who am I?
Ever since I was a young girl, I’ve always been in love with someone or something.
But who am I without LOVE in my lifeā¦
I know I have to let him go. It’s been at least five years now.
But I just can’t do it.
Every time I let him go, I feel empty inside–like he takes a piece of my heart with him every time he goes.
When he comes back again, I feel whole.
It probably doesn’t help that I started watching Ghost Whisperer recently and a string of similar shows involving the living dead.
I know it’s just my imagination or my mind playing tricks on me, but sometimes I feel like he’s really with me, like I can feel his spirit even if it’s in the other room.
And I know this is going to sound totally crazy, but I still talk to him too. I do it mostly because I believe that somewhere, somehow, the dead can still hear us. I’m sure it’s nice for them to know that we still think of them from time to time.
One thing I always ask him is what it is like being dead. Where do atheists go when they die?
Of course, I never get an answer because he’s not really there, and he doesn’t exist anymore, but I’ll keep asking anyway, just in case he wants to visit me in my dreams one night and share with me stories of the afterlife.
I also always tell him that I won’t give my heart away to anyone else, unless he approves of the new recipient of my heart. I even ask him for signs to let me know what he thinks of someone I really like.
Sometimes I actually gets the signs I ask for, but I realize that it’s probably just a coincidence.
But everything is an odd coincidence these days, especially my run in with Neil Strauss, who happens to be by far my favorite writer and someone I greatly admire and respect for his professional achievements.
My chance meeting with my professional idol was by no chance at all though. It was a sign from my higher power to eliminate all self-doubt and to just keep pushing forward.
Neil Strauss might have well just said to me: “You’re on the right path” because that is what our chance encounter did for me–I saw HOPE in that shiny bald head of his.
I still feel lost though.
I wear way too many hats on a daily basis.
I’m sure I’ll find myself again in one of them.
Don’t mind me though. I get emo sometimes. The grief–it comes and it goes in waves and phases.
I’ve just learned to embrace the emotions until they come to pass.
They always come to pass and so too shall this feeling and moment in time.
