You may wake up one day and do not recognize the person you see in the mirror. You may feel it happen gradually, day by day, you can feel yourself growing more distant from who you really are.

You may lose interest in the things you love, or you may find yourself following other interests. You may find yourself feeling more fearless than ever before.

Or you may find yourself feeling more frightened and all you want to do is hide away until these feelings pass.

You may want to live on the wild side for a while, going out and partying or you may wish for you to disappear into darkness.

You may feel a little bit crazy, or like you can not control anything anymore.

You start to wonder why you are the way you are, or why you are doing the things you doing.

You are floating outside of yourself, above the World you were once apart of. You are here, but you are not really here anymore.

Maybe your body decided to move on but no one told your mind yet. Or perhaps it is the other way around for you.

Maybe you are so tired that you can not even imagine moving your body, but you cannot shut your mind off.

Or maybe you do not feel anything at all. Maybe you are numb, and you have gotten used to the idea of numbness. Of not feeling or thinking or doing.

Lose yourself,
Lose yourself in this love.
When you lose yourself in this love,
you will find everything.

Lose yourself,
Lose yourself.
Do not fear this loss,
For you will rise from the earth
and embrace the endless heavens.

Lose yourself,
Lose yourself.
Escape from this earthly form,
For this body is a chain
and you are its prisoner.
Smash through the prison wall
and walk outside with the kings and princes.

Lose yourself,
Lose yourself at the foot of the glorious King.
When you lose yourself
before the King
you will become the King.

Lose yourself,
Lose yourself.
Escape from the black cloud
that surrounds you.
Then you will see your own light
as radiant as the full moon.

Now enter that silence.
This is the surest way
to lose yourself. . . .

What is your life about, anyway?—
Nothing but a struggle to be someone,
Nothing but a running from your own silence.

Rumi