A comet disappears for years. Sometimes decades.
It swings out past everything visible, gone long enough that you'd assume it isn't coming back. But it never left its path. The whole time it was out there in the dark, it was still moving along the exact orbit that was always going to bring it home. Being unseen was never the same as being lost.
You've had stretches like that too.
The version of you that felt far away for a while. The person you used to be before things got hard, before you drifted from your own habits, your own clarity, your own sense of who you were becoming. It didn't feel like a detour. It felt like gone.
You were never actually lost.
Lost for a while. Still on its way back.
lost for a while. still on its way back.
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