POEM: Finding Myself

One day I found myself
What do you know, it was right where I left myself

Amidst the ennui of , people are prone to set about finding themselves.  Amidst fast-paced living, there is a tendency to look ahead and move forward, expecting to find ourselves there.  This poem about suggests that looking back into our experiences can offer clues to where we parted from our true selves.  Perhaps more importantly, sometimes we just have to stop chasing and let catch up with us.

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