To wander the streets looking for something that hasn’t happened yet is my way of finding myself. Iv’e been doing it for years but only recently realized why. It was never about what was going on outside my head and everything to do with what was going on inside my head.
We’re all passing through from one place to another by the second. Physically and spiritually were moving regardless of whether we like it or not, know it or not. The past we hold in our memories good and bad but always there are memories locked away in a big box in a tiny recess of our minds. We’re fearful to unlock these places or ponder to long. Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche put it best.. “One’s own self is well hidden from one’s own self; of all mines of treasure, one’s own is the last to be dug up.”