Maybe that question excites you. Maybe you like talking about yourself. Maybe you have a story that would make the observance of Forrest Gump's life seem like watching paint dry.
Maybe that question frightens you. Maybe you have too much pain in your past. Maybe your path is littered with broken memories, crushed dreams, and potholes of disappointment. Maybe the idea of recalling your past triggers pain, anxiety, depression, or isolation.
I guess something is not lost if you know where it is. But, when I read the famous story Jesus told about a lost son, I know where he is in the story; I know where he is living and what he is doing. I also know where he is in relation to his family. So, why is he lost?