I have lost myself in the things and people I loved, I have found myself in these things too. I get lost for a little while, then I find that I learn something new about myself. It is an interesting concept. I do not always think that “getting lost” is a bad thing either. Sometimes getting lost can be fun and memorable. It can help one grow.

Have you ever been on a road trip and you take a wrong turn? End up getting lost for hours when that wasn’t the plan? Did you create new memories? Yell at and laugh with the person accompanying you on the ride to your destination? I bet if you have, they are fond memories. One time, when I was in high school, I got stuck with my two older brothers and sister-in-law on our trip home from New Hampshire. Now, if you know anything about myself and my family, my two brothers and I being stuck in a car together for any extended period of time could be described as “disastrous.” But I have to admit, it is one of my fondest memories to date. We laughed, bonded, yelled, might have cussed a bit. We were lost (literally and figuratively), but we all found out a little bit more about ourselves that day. We even found out a little bit more about each other.

Our lives are made up of millions of “road trips” (metaphorically of course) that never go quite as planned. We get lost but we always end up at the destination. Maybe not the destination we originally planned, maybe one we never even knew about, but we always end up where we should be.

I hope that you get lost. Because if you are always getting lost, you are always finding out new things about yourself, and if you are lucky – about others too.

Get lost. Find Yourself.