What can I say? I’m in my 20s. And you guessed right: I’m feeling more lost than ever.
It’s like, up until now, everything made sense, everything had a point to it, and I thought I knew where I was headed. But boy, how fast that can change!
Or maybe you weren’t like me. Maybe you never had a plan and went along swimmingly. Then one day you woke up and some jerk told you that you needed a plan; the carpet was pulled right from beneath your feet.
But regardless on how you lost your way, it’s all the same. We’re all scrambling, trying desperately to build something out of the nothing we’ve done all these years. So, no you privileged child prodigies, I’m not talking to you. Don’t you dare tell me I was supposed to be learning algorithms instead of having water gun fights. Fuck that.
But what are these facades we’re supposed to wear? And why do they seem so cookie-cutter? And why is it so bad that I’m kind of weird?
Y’know, it’s a rough day when you find out that everything you heard growing up were all lies. Suddenly, you’re not the best, the prettiest, the most special kid in the whole wide world. You’re average. But let’s look at the bright side and let me help you cushion the blow.
Because the way I see it, feeling lost is your instinct telling you that you’re not where you should be. And though knowing you shouldn’t be here isn’t much direction to get where you want to be, at least it’s a start. Moreover, feeling lost means that you’re meant for something more, if not, at least, meant for something else. Again, not much direction, but I’ll take it.
Every single happy and successful person I know can’t tell me their story without telling me the many detours they’ve encountered. So it’d be pretty silly for us to expect our journeys to be so damn easy, wouldn’t it?
So if you’re feeling lost like me, keep walking. Because though not everybody who wanders is lost, everybody who is lost should keep on wandering.