What does it mean feeling lost?
When you don't feel at home in your body, when your feelings, your thoughts pull you out of yourself, you have a sense that you are, somehow, lost in the shuffle. That you don't have any say in the matter of your life, what you feel, what you do, what you say...
You feel you are put on a roller coaster, and it wasn't you who did it.
How did it happen and what you can do about it? How you can find your way back home, to your own self... this is what this article is about.
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Context is like meaning... it is not part of what it is referring to, it is added to it, by a human. And if it is added, then you have a lot of freedom about it: if you can see, that is.
Most people can't see the forest for the trees... so if you are like that, you won't see context, until you look deeper. Beyond the obvious. Beyond your automatic. Beyond your machine-like, conditioned, pre-determined ways.
Why context is decisive, and what it decides if it is so decisive
I have been repeating and repeating this idea, that context is decisive. Finally, yesterday, I managed to get it through, or so it seemed, on the Playground.
Context is the hidden part of everything, the hidden agenda. Everyone has hidden agendas, some more than others, some time more than other times.
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I am here, waiting for the cable man to fix my internet. It's been down since yesterday afternoon.
It is hard to remember what we did with our lives before the internet... for me it's been 18 years. It is hard to figure out what I can do that does not involve the internet... Finally I settle on writing, editing, and such.
It's 11:30 am. The repairman was scheduled to be here at 11. I am sitting here, uncharacteristically anxious, contemplating that the man won't even show up, that he will lie, that I will have to be another day without the ability to work.
It's excruciatingly painful. I am diligently making room for the bad feelings, including them, breathing normally. Then I have a suspicion: is this mine? I normally don't get anxious: I take life as it comes.
Turns out I tuned into the repairman: it's his anxiety. Hm.
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