i lost the map i once navigated life by.
granted, i had created the map from landmarks and coordinates that were not quality foundational reference points. after all, how can a cartographer have an accurate representation when they are basing their map on the time of lowest elevation as a waymark?
somehow this map has served me well enough that now that it is gone, i am the one feeling misplaced. standing in an open meadow, not certain which direction will give me cover from the elements and unsure which direction leads to home.
i would love for someone to let me use their map, yet i know i wouldn't fully trust its markings and would struggle reading the key.
must i begin anew?
constructing an atlas from old truths revealed in clarity, incorporating trusted pieces of others' maps, and adding new wayposts as i navigate through new terrain?
...or is it enough to journey in wanderlust exploring each moment. guided by some well known landmarks and trusting my compass will help me orient?
i wonder if that is how all maps are made after-all.
