A series of questions

Come one, come all! Come see the spectacle that is K, the Forgotten!

A sad girl who you won’t feel for as she slips from my/our minds.

When one forgets, does that allow to begin anew? Perhaps when one forgets themselves… Does forgetting create an absence of the mind, or is it data overwritten?

I’m feeling forgotten today. Unnoticed and unsure.

I need to rediscover my purpose so that I may know which direction I am to traverse. I remembered this afternoon but do not remember where I wrote it down…

Surely this is something that has been felt by others?

Do you remember why you started anything that you began? Could you re-trace the steps that led you here, again?

10 thoughts on “A series of questions

  1. Truly I feel this all the time. Feeling lost. Finding my purpose. It’s everyday but there days in between you feel like you sure of what you are doing in life and then you go back to being unsure again.

  2. Your question made me think of something said by YouTuber Marie Forleo
    “Keep an eye on your why”

    We sometimes lose sight of our “why” so introspective questions like yours are important and useful.

    1. And it’s also good to remember that these things may or may not change due to changes in the circumstances and/or environment. Defining these aspects are good anchor points when it all gets a bit much. And when there are so many anchors and causes we feel attached to, it’s also okay to let go and free fall if one needs to.

  3. When I’m feeling lost or overlooked, I have to ask myself if I’ve been speaking about what’s going on in my mind. I have several friends I love dearly, but often feel as if their issues override mine – or I’m just flat our uncomfortable saying “Hey! I need YOU to listen to ME.” It’s frustrating and makes me sad.

    As for things I’ve actually started – I generally remember why I’ve started them. Where I’ve left them is another matter entirely. I do feel, at my core, I am where I’m supposed to be. At least for today. I can’t ask for more than that.

  4. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝.

    1. If only I could conjure such images of creativity and beauty. Alas I am just words. A wordsmyth, as such. Supra sapere. “Sabretooth” word whips

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