Finding a loss or losing a find?

Have you ever felt like you truly found yourself and then down the road of self awareness, you lose yourself again? I suppose this can go back to an earlier post where I mentioned sometimes needing to take 10 steps back to be able to take another step forward. It's an odd thing...thinking about how far you've come, how much you've learned about yourself, how you can remember feeling yourself really being you for the first time...and then one day feeling, once again, so lost. You recognize the face, you know what's there inside, but somehow it doesn't surface, somehow it has been buried beneath pointless information, standard "hi, how are you"'s. You can remember the things that make you you, but somehow it's been lost, temporarily. But lost nonetheless. Lost by time, lost by experience, lost by loss, lost by heartbreak, lost by growth. I guess that the absence of change, the absence of uncertainty equals complacency, equals a plateau in life therefore being lost again isn't necessarily bad. But the realization of it can be scary. Scary because you can recall that day, that month, that year where you realized you were finally you...but now you aren't so sure anymore. How do we re-find ourselves? How do we get back to really being ourselves, ourselves in their truest form?

Perhaps the hardest part of finding yourself lost once again, is realizing that you got there by allowing yourself to get lost in something great...allowed life to swoop in and change things. When you lose yourself in something, you truly lose a part of yourself. Again, it takes you back a few steps, but in the end I suppose we can only hope that by giving a piece of ourselves, we have gained just that...the ability to really give. If we never experience loss, if we never find ourselves in the dark searching for the light, how could we ever appreciate the great things in life.