Sometimes we lose our place in the world. The road in which has always been clear to us becomes clouded in a mist of doubt and uncertainty. Other times, the journey can be forgotten, replaced by the complacency of the bliss and contentment that overshadows the prior ambition.

Yet it can't be helped. The journey is always long and the frequent stops often find us eventful. There was never a straight road to the end of road. Whatever path that we take will always be one under perpetual construction, tapered to the choices we make, winding in and around other paths we come across. The paths are infinite and so are the possibilities of junctions and off ramps. It's no surprise we can forget our place in the world.

It's just surprising we don't do it ever so often.

Or maybe we do…and we just don't know it.