Funny, isn't it, the way memory works? 

The things you can't quite remember, and the things you can never forget.

 There can be beauty in getting lost. 

Sometimes we have to get lost to find each other. And sometimes we find each other, only to get lost all over again. 

You can't always control it, the thing that's going to set you adrift.

 And as you stand there on the front porch, staring at the life you're about to leave behind, you have to accept it's gone, it's lost, just like you. 

All you can do now is stand very still, breathe in the moment, and try to be open to wherever the wind's going to take you next.