When I Am Not Me

In the chaotic symphony of life, there are moments when I find myself adrift, caught in the currents of distraction and detachment. It's during these times that the person I am seems to slip away, leaving behind a mere shadow of my usual self. This disconcerting experience, akin to losing focus, can be perplexing and challenging to navigate. As I delve into the labyrinth of my mind, I often wonder: When I am not me, where do I go, and how do I find my way back?

In those moments when I am adrift, when the chaos of distraction threatens to engulf me, I often find solace and rediscovery in a profound realization—one that transcends the confines of the material world. It is the remembrance of God, a spiritual awakening that brings clarity to the fog of uncertainty and reveals what I was missing all along. When I turn my gaze inward, seeking refuge in prayer or reflection, a subtle transformation begins. The awareness of a higher purpose, a divine presence that permeates every aspect of existence, dawns upon me. In the remembrance of God, I reconnect with a source of strength that transcends the ephemeral nature of distractions and fleeting concerns .So, when I am not me, when the world seems overwhelming, and distractions threaten to erode my focus, it is in the remembrance of God that I find my way back. The spiritual reconnection serves as a compass, guiding me through the tumultuous seas of life and leading me towards the serenity of self-discovery. In this profound realization, I discover that what I was missing was not just a momentary lapse in focus but a deeper connection to the divine, a connection that brings meaning, purpose, and enduring tranquility to the essence of who I am.

In those moments when I retrieve myself from the clutches of distraction and reconnect with my core, the call to fly becomes particularly resonant. It is as if the rediscovery of my authentic self unlocks the dormant wings within me. The newfound clarity and purpose propel me to ascend to new heights, navigating the skies of possibility with a renewed sense of freedom. Flying, in this metaphorical sense, becomes a metaphor for embracing life's challenges and opportunities with a spirit unburdened by past distractions. It signifies a departure from the mundane and a leap into the extraordinary. As I reclaim my focus and honor my commitments, the act of flying becomes a celebration of the resilience and strength that lie within.

Navigating the ebb and flow of how others remember you can be a perplexing journey, one that often oscillates between the warmth of recognition and the coolness of uncertainty. There are moments when you find yourself pondering, "Why do they remember me?" — a question tinged with curiosity and perhaps a hint of self-reflection. On the flip side, there are instances when the query transforms into, "Why do they remember me?" — a contemplation shaded by a touch of doubt and insecurity.

LOOK IN MY EYES

TIME WON'T STOP

SUCCESSFUL IS THE ONE WHO FINDS THE RIGHT TIME AND "FLIES"