blinded by the lights

I haven’t been able to make much sense of it. And as of now I simple don’t try any more. Not out of giving up. Rather out of acceptance. You know that “ Life is a journey, not a destiny”? Little did I realize that the journey is not Life out there, but the journey is me. And not just me. The journey is every one of us. We are but tracking signs to each other on our journey within. Many, many of us have become blind to that intrinsic skill of discovering oneself by heeding the signs along the trail left just for us. The signs being fellow humans. Our encounters with each other and what they stir up inside of us. The better skilled ones actually recognize the mark ( the other human) as someone send his or her way to look inside and evaluate oneself. Questioning the directions we have taken and if we want to continue on this trail. Delicately sorting out who are the right reminders in the adventures of self-discovery. The majority still oblivious to, at times, the neon signs flashing in their faces. Forgoing nurturance for the soul for the sake of remaining acclimatized to a temporary existence. Remaining in the same comfort zone that is slowly eroding the instinctual reaching for the reminders send to each and one of us as to why we are here in the first place.