I don’t know whether I’m lost or only tired of walking the old map

Dear Delyara, Sometimes I fear I have no path. Other times I think I’m simply no longer alive inside the one I’ve been following. Those are different problems. One asks for direction. The other asks for honesty. I’m not always sure which one I’m facing. That uncertainty has made me quieter than usual lately. Because it’s hard to explain a lostness that may not be loss at all — only misalignment finally becoming audible.