writing pad of a schizophrenic insomniac

Have you ever lost in the wood that when you thought you find your way out that you find yourself lost again in another wood. Life is like that. It is full of confusion, lost ways then self-discovery but only to discover later that you are confused again and still lost.

There is a possibility of finding the way home but you might get lost again when you wonder away from your home. Thus, w have to remember our root, our beliefs, the road sign to our home so we would not stray afar or we can actually find our way back home.

I am lost now in a wood but I am trying to make the best out of the situation. I built myself a nice hut from branches and leaves for shelter and learn how to hunt rabbit and pick berries for food. I am doing fine. I do have the basic human need, shelter and food. But I can’t deny myself that I am still lost…or maybe I should just accept my situation and just live my life in this wood. Just get rid of the idea to actually find my way out from the wood and get home, wherever that may be.