still figuring it out

Every thing is bad and good at the same time.

It’s been a while since I’ve got so damn lost in life - metaphorically and literally. I’m usually quite mentally lost on a daily basis, but rarely physically lost. But both happened the other day and it felt like as if reality gave me 10 bitch slaps at one go. It was like suddenly, it was Slapsgiving. I couldn’t find the place I had to be at, and I was already so flipping late. And when I kinda figured out how to reach there, it was so late to the extent that everybody was packing for home. 

So I just sat by the road and stared out into the vast empty plot of land in front of me, trying to figure out what were the dark shadows that were jumping on the fields. I came to a conclusion that they were raptors, just trying to befriend me and recruit me into their cool club. And before I could hop over and accept my knighting moment from the raptors, and quite possible disappear for good - someone found me.

Someone found me.

It didn’t sink in until I reached home - someone found me.

I don’t think I’ve been found in my entire 25 years of existence.