There are times when one is indeed a stranger. Not to other people, that barely counts. But to oneself.
I’m still in Africa this time, in Egypt actually, so it’s like home.
But I’m not within myself. Less and less of answers I can find now. More scarily, even less questions.
Am I really that old already? Do I no longer care? Have I totally lost me?
Dear me, I miss you. Dear me, show up. It’s nice to have you around.
To sincerity, clarity of mind, and vision,
May your path be enlightened. May your burden be lightened. May you find you..