Finding prompts and motivation from HitRecord
Lost. Something men never admit they are and women are always asking directions for.
Where am I? That is my question. It is an easy question since I don't really know where I want to be.
Lost. I wish I knew where I was going?
When you're young, life is your oyster and your dreams are as high as the stars.
When did I lose my way? I thought I knew where I was going. I thought I knew what I wanted to be.
I am now wandering. A shadow of my former self.
Lost. Who have I become?
I look in the mirror and think I know who that person is looking back at me.
I don't see the differences I should. Maybe I do. I just don't want to say it out loud.
Once you utter the words, that makes it real. Fault is found. Blame is placed.
and then you stop.
You stop striving for more.
You stop seeing the good.
You stop wanting to fight the good fight.
You stop needing.
You stop caring.
You just stop.
This journey that is your life is stalled.
You've run out of gas and you are lost.