And I guess the word lost has some etymological connection to the word
loser. Lost in the world. Trying to be something. Not wanting to fail,
but not knowing if there is anything to succeed
at.
I guess I'm not unique. :-) I guess I'm not even special.
But to me I am, and to me, at least, these words are the truth. The real thing, babe. It. Me. I'm a getter of ideas. Not an implementer, not even a documenter, or much else for that matter. I'm ambitious, want to be someone, but disappointed. Sad that the world in which I want to be someone, rates all the wrong things, when choosing who is and who is NOT.
Lost, on and off depressed.....
