my digitized life // john hwang

lost

What does one do when he is lost; in a foreign place where it is dark and solemn? He stepped into this room where a beautiful chandelier illuminated the whole room from one wall to the other without an inch of darkness. When he first peered into this room, he was amazed by the light. When he first took a step through the doorway of this room, he was welcomed with warmth. With all the faith and confidence upon himself, he takes a couple more steps; then the lights slowly dim and darkness settles. He inched his way back to where he entered from, but only to find that the door that was once there had disappeared or sealed itself shut. He kept his eyes into the darkness but started to pat the wall behind his back in search of a handle he can pull to get himself out of there; nevertheless, he felt nothing but the coldness of a concrete wall – surprisingly different than the dark and polished hard wood wall he had seen when he entered the room.

He also noticed that the room was chilly and the air was completely still. He finally remembered the other door he was going for from the beginning. Thinking that was the way he was supposed to step onto the next level, he left the trust that he had formed with the wall supporting his weight. He remembered the tables and the chairs that were in this once-bright room so he tried to guide himself with his hands so that he didn’t run into these obstacles. After thinking he had finally got to the half-way point between the wall he had just left and the door he wanted to find, he realized that he is feeling around for obstacles that does not exist but only in his mind.

He tapped the floor with his feet and the feeling of the soft carpet had disappeared and he only heard the light tack-tack-tack’s of his shoes hitting a scratchy hard surface. At this exact point, he was stricken with fear as he did not hear the assuring echoes of the tapping sound bouncing off the close walls of what he once thought was a room. With every bit of courage his mind would allow, he started running in the same direction as he had been walking; not scared of what he might run into but scared of not finding anything at all.

Running as fast as he could, not realizing that his lungs are running out of its own stamina – tears started to form in his eyes. He fought them back and kept on running. Without having anything to think about, he starts praying; the one thing he can always depend on. With his legs getting tired, he wonders what he will do now.

After some time, he stopped. Feeling dazed and numb, he sits down. What does one do when he is lost?

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