Lost Soles

There is beauty in a lost soul. It's like the universe has a secret it's not telling them. It's hidden a path they are not supposed to find. The meaning of their life is ambiguous and the constant exploration is a game. There is no ultimate destiny but a mixture of short lived destinations.
The lost soul clings to opportunities of happiness like the browning autumn leaf to the almost baron branch. With each good feeling comes the faint glimmer of hope that this could be it. All too often it disappears like morning dew on a spider web. The soul holds a conflicted belief about whether destiny is preprogrammed or is fate it's own to choose.
If only the soul, amongst the angst, anguish and discontent, could step back to see they have been leading a truly beautiful life. As they have done more, experienced more, loved more, lost more in their quest for contentment and fulfilment. Although the soul will never see it that way as it will never be enough.