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?

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  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.

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    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.

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  2. 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.

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