On Being Lost

There is this pressure to know what you’re doing. To have purpose, direction. To know what you’re working towards. What you care about. To be driven.

There’s a reason it is idealised. Being in that state is fantastic. You have clarity. Your movements are filled with purpose. It feels like rhapsody. The greatest of works are created.

But when lost, attempting to force this state on yourself is the worst disservice you can do unto yourself. Everyone has periods where they are lost. Life is in disarray, and the future holds nothing but mist. You must resist the urge to just pick any direction. To give yourself a false sense of security.

You must embrace being lost. Because to get there, you must first be here. Embrace this feeling. Wander. Only then will you have the openness to find your path.

It is difficult. It is tempting to force it, to pick a direction that is away from here. But it is folly, a sirens call. To be lost is to be told by the world that something is amiss. That you are on the wrong path. To jump to another is to run from the message rather than listen to it.

Others may react badly. Their close-mindedness believes that motion is better than direction.

To persevere, you must have faith. That the dots will connect, somehow. That to get there, you must go through here.

To begin is to have the courage to admit that you are lost.