lose myself

Sometimes I think if I lose myself too much or go far too in, I might end up wandering in insanity, but there is such bliss when you lose yourself, just seize to exist in reality for a bit, run away into your mind, or just simply be alone and think but at the same time have your mind in blank.

the more I lose myself, the more I find myself. Ancient truth, probably. It’s like I find that I am we and us and know that it is more home than just myself.

And now to find myself again…and then lose my self…and then find myself, and…oh, just read my Find Myself post…

To find myself. As it turns out so far, it appears one cannot actually lose oneself as one cannot get away. But, what I actually am thinking is that it pays big dividends, not to lose or forget, but to subjugate the self in honor of a worthy thing. Funny how we get fed. Seems so ciruitous. Maybe there’s a clue there. Like a circle. Hmmmm…......

I hate when I think too much. In the end it usually leaves me with tears streaming down my face, and an acheing heart. So I try to avoid thinking as much as possible, because usually when I start thinking it can start out good, then end terribely…

It seems I am always losing myself in something…dut there are more ways than one to lose yourself. I hate it when I feel I have no control over the things I do…and some times I don’t have a choice, and the people under my protection get hurt. And that is when I have to remember my place and my job…