Missing: the real me.
That’s what the poster said.
With a photo underneath.
I wondered what kind of person plastered missing person posters up trying to find themselves.
Then I thought: why did they need someone else to find them? It was THEIR journey, not anyone else’s.
But how many times had I forgotten that and been sidetracked by another or tried to drag someone else along for the ride?
And in reality, you weren’t ever really missing, you just needed to lose yourself first.