How to Find the Person Lost in Translation
Indeed, not having all the answers is okay. We all go through phases where we don’t know ourselves. Matter of factly, no one is exempt from doubting their identity. Nonetheless, our experiences deserve validation, recognition, and positive affirmation. Isn’t it convenient and default to put ourselves on auto-pilot? Who doesn’t lose touch with themselves when they keep projecting societal constructs on their being? What does this reflect about the condition of the human psyche? Who wouldn’t feel lost when they don’t cease to displace themselves in the most meaningless, futile activities? Since when do we need a final destination to operate a coherent narrative? Again, how to find the person lost in translation?
Too Close To Home, Yet So Far Away
Perhaps we don’t need to find ourselves. We need to let ourselves find who we are. In other words, we must allow Discovery to excavate us so that we don’t vanish further into latency. Flow is the key to finding the person underneath the layers.
Ever notice how we locate the answers on the tip of our tongues, only to dissipate from our consciousness, how our dreams reveal the most compelling information as we wake up? Why is that? Why are we so far away yet too close to home simultaneously? We must consider the substantive role self-sabotage plays in our inability to excavate the truth.
Then again, there are at least nine ways to skin a cat. So, does it matter who we were and who we are becoming? Why do we keep looking outside of ourselves when everything resides inside? Could we argue that’s what’s keeping us lost in translation — we know the correct answers, but we keep changing them because a current of second-guessing repulses us? How does it feel to be on our gut instinct’s impetus, only to collapse into the veil of illusion?
How to Find the Person Lost in Translation: Soul Tears
Societal conditioning coerces us to keep going. Paradigms trick us into thinking self-care inhibits the flow of stability, security, safety, and most importantly, sanity. We believe we must stay active to be someone and become active members of our community. Nonetheless, we deprive ourselves when we allow this rigidity to block our progress and evolution.
Change happens without our consent, violating our sense of self. We must grieve the pain in our hearts and adapt to how trauma influences the expression of our personality. We’ve survived the most devastating calamities for a reason: every tragedy presents the opportunity to further align with our soul mission and divine purpose.
Embrace Fever Pitch Emotions
That said, every curse is a blessing in disguise. Blessings are miracles discovered. So, how do we relax and enjoy the ride before it ends? Well, ends symbolize new beginnings. Also, practicing mindfulness helps us stay in the moment and savor the contents of the experience. Instead of fretting over all the seeds caught in our teeth, why don’t we take a step back and document how that makes us feel?
How is the grain, the texture, the fixture, the overall impression? Instead of arguing with stressors, why not let our hearts palpitate, our blood boil? How does it feel to be quite alive in a deadbeat situation? Is there any aspect of us that fathoms or fancies the sensation of losing control and playing with the fire? Why not let it be?
How to Find the Person Lost in Translation: Home is a Stranger
Of course, we must keep ourselves safe — this doesn’t mean turning a blind eye — sometimes the best way to find ourselves is learning how not to mistake this journey as its antithesis. Essentially, the lost and found encapsulate the state of humanity. We are the forest and the trees because our identity is as infinite as infinitesimal. We fear our mortality because we understand we are neither the most advanced nor formidable species in the multiverse.
As such, we colonize our societies with the most devout faith, a dogmatic creed to sedate the nerves and simulate a narrative erasing ambivalence. Our minds struggle to succumb to the reality nothing exists outside what we create and construct. Because of this, we lose ourselves trying to discover meaning and find a home in someplace memorable.
Home isn’t necessarily a place, a body, a culture, or an identity. Home is as artificial as it is organic. Emotions influence how we experience home.
Matter of factly, our sentiment and attachment to home embellishes it with substance, flavor, and nostalgia. Nothing feels like home; our childhoods are a close second to what we seek: heaven on earth. Meditation is a time machine.
We don’t know where we are going, but the experience washes us with a timeless joyride. Perhaps meditation is a timeless machine instead. Either way, home is the place in which we embrace who we are. Better yet, home is a state of awareness allowing us to denounce the world and find inner peace.
In the end, we might never know whether we have found ourselves or the latest version of who we think we are. Perhaps we can’t see beyond our subjectivities. Is the state of reality is too relative? Then again, why are we fighting against ourselves? Why would we do anything to invite more friction into our lives?
To what extent must we stop trying to manifest? Does the truth matter as much as we say it does — this connotes a double meaning ever since words cheapen indescribable experiences yet build and break mountains? Why not create the reality in which we think serves us best? What’s more powerful than not judging every experience and accepting we can’t obtain all the answers?
How to find the person lost in translation?
One of the most crucial takeaways concerns the significance of lost and found: we are NOT objects. However, we continue to objectify and neglect ourselves by treating them like subjects and vice versa. So, instead of viewing the relationship between lost and found linearly, we could open our minds and hearts to other alternatives. Perhaps lost and found articulates how correlation doesn’t equate to causation. Then again, how would we know outside of ourselves?
After all, we didn’t know about spoons’ bendability until The Matrix (I can’t wait to see the 2021 sequel The Matrix Resurrections!!!). Aren’t we the cyclic nature of lost and found? Do we need anybody to find us, or can we sit with the feeling of being lost, displaced, and undiscovered? We won’t stop free-falling down the rabbit hole. We must forget and find ourselves as the wildflowers bust, blossom, and bloom.