”I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan...
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free”
I sing along to a song that once felt like home - and all of a sudden I realize how I’ve grown. I used to idealize the context of ”being lost” cause when you’re lost - all doors are open. I’ve been seeking, seeking a lot. Trying out so many things to know, what do I really like and what do I want to commit to. Now that I’m starting to see what the path that I’m choosing looks like - I can easily understand those who make sacrifices in order to get where they want to be. Saying ”no” to something exciting in order to work on what you want to build can be so fulfilling. Instant JOMO (joy of missing out). I’m still constantly practising to keep my mind open & flexible. There is a fine line to commit to something out of passion - that then turns into comfort zone that one is scared to leave. But damn! I can now understand that sparkle and depth I’ve seen in so many eyes. Those eyes have without an exception belonged to people who have figured out a formula that works for them. They’ve created their own way of living. They know the rules and they dance with them - whilst enjoying life to the fullest. And this if something - is one of my favourite forms of art.