There are times in life when we drift, away from who we were, away from the things that once made us feel alive. It happens quietly, unnoticed at first. We become caught in routines, pulled by expectations, shaped by the world around us. One day, we wake up and realize we feel distant from ourselves, as if we have stepped into a life that does not quite fit. But the beautiful thing about being lost is that there are always roads that lead us back. A forgotten hobby that sparks something in us again. A song that reminds us of who we used to be. A conversation that reignites a part of us we thought we had left behind. Coming back to ourselves is not always easy. It requires stillness. It requires listening, to the quiet voice beneath the noise, the one that has always known what we need. Sometimes, it means letting go of what no longer feels true. Sometimes, it means choosing things not because they are practical, but because they make us feel alive again. And perhaps that is the journey we are all on, not becoming someone new, but remembering who we were before the world told us who to be. Finding our way back, step by step, to the person who has been waiting for us all along. Now you know, why I keep on coming back to the blog : )