Did you find yourself in mountains, in the snow, in the echo of the gurgling

streams and the balmy breeze?

Did you find yourself come clean under the crashing waves that washed over you?
Did you find yourself while lost in the meandering wilderness, in the trek through
winding paths?
Did you find yourself after the dip in the placid river, watching golden sunsets
after?

You haven't

If you haven't yet found yourself in the din of the everyday chores, in the rustle
of laundry, in the clanker of dishes, in the cooking of a meal or in simple
conversations.

Life is in the mundane, in the routine

Life is in people, whom you both love and hate
Life is in time put to meaningful use
Life is in being happy without having to choose.

No ocean, no mountain can bring you to you

If you can't see you in spite of what's around you.