As I sit here looking across the infinity pool of the Sofitel at the city of Sydney I feel we are caught up in an infinity of bullshit and clichés running & ruining our lives. We are all lost and no one has all the answers. Not religion, mythology, spiritual, or commerce. Most def not the latter. We seem stuck between roles and worlds. Hourly reliance on Instagram influencers churning out places and ideas like they were their own. Pretending they discovered a solution we can’t. If only we take that trip, go on that adventure, repeat that mantra… it’s a bunch of soft porn idealism sold through a lense of the entrapment that we don’t know better ourselves. Our doubt and fears, feasted on. Desires and aspirations, played with. Turn to ourselves more daily. Take that real leap of time with your intentions. We are all lost and only we know the path home. Direct contact with our souls. Admitting we are lost and asking for forgiveness. Realising we swallowed the bitter pill of lies in the face of corporate slavery. No longer do we need TV and celebrity to fuel our egos. The ministers of Church to connect us with god. There’s a direct connection with admitting we are lost to finding our path. Creating our way. This is the only way.

“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

Henry David Thoreau”