Book Blog: A Time of Lost

I don't exactly remember a time of me being lost physically. Maybe when I was really young and small in department stores.

But I do remember an identity crisis. I remember feeling lost because I have lost myself. I did not know my sense of direction in life. In fact, that was quite recent. This feeling has peaked, only last year.

It was a time of darkness and nothing words can truly describe. The feeling was so overwhelming, suffocating and powerful. No comforting words or consoling pats could have settled me. It was something that I had to find myself and words cannot completely be felt and registered in my head until I have experienced something important.

Likewise, I think this is what Kafka felt in Kafka on the Shore, especially when he was on his identity quest and it wasn't until certain experiences. His conscience, which I thought it could have also been his alter-ego, the boy named Crow, would appear at troubled, dark times and after each time with words advice, Kafka understands himself and the world a little bit more.
I think this goes for much of the other people out there in the world and everyone has/will go through this period of lost and uncertainty.