Lost

Right when she thought she was lost, she discovered the beauty of this place. "I was glad that I was lost cause now I know where the Krohn Conservatory is. And O my goodness, how Reading Road is so beautiful," Celia is always that cute to me. With her pure heart, every comment sounds refreshing in my ears. Right when I thought of leaving this place, my weariness of how slow the progress is in this town.

I knew the beauty of this old, run down town all along because I used to a long drive to go nowhere. The beauty of not being "balance" (whatever that means) and that we have to be part of the system to be in balance. Going nowhere is and always be an adventure to discover things, new thing, that this old run down town could offer. And that means driving through the neighborhoods, the parks, two way streets, dead ends, cul-de-sacs, and et cetera, all without the highways. I am not saying that having a destination is not good. I am saying that a journey to the destination is what really counts.

In my life, getting lost turned out to be the most precious things I've experienced. It had brought me back to the most divine moment where the only one you could cried to was God. It brought me to the moment where I found Him waiting for me all along in that pit. Waiting for me to ask for help, not to tell me "I told you so", but to just embrace me in His presences. And getting lost in Him is what I treasured the most in my moments of life. I thank God everyday for it. I couldn't asked for more.