Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.
Everything about my future was ambiguously assumed. I would get into debt by going to college,
then I would be forced to get a job to pay off that debt, while still getting into more and more debt by buying a house and a car.
It seemed like a never-ending cycle that had no place for the possibility of a dream.
I want more—but not necessarily in the material sense of personal wealth and success.
I want more out of life.
I want a passion, a conceptual dream that wouldn’t let me sleep out of pure excitement.
I want to spring out of bed in the morning, rain or shine,
and have that zest for life that seemed so intrinsic in early childhood.
We all have a dream. It might be explicitly defined or just a vague idea,
but most of us are so stuck in the muck of insecurity and self-doubt that we just dismiss it as unrealistic or too difficult to pursue.
We become so comfortable with the life that has been planned out for us by our parents, teachers, traditions, and social norms that we feel that it’s stupid and unsafe to risk losing it for the small hope of achieving something that is more fulfilling.
The policy of being too cautious is the greatest risk of all.
Taking a risk is still a risk. We can, and will, fail. Possibly many, many, many times.
But that is what makes it exciting for me. That uncertainty can be viewed negatively, or it can empower us.
Failing is what makes us grow, it makes us stronger and more resilient to the aspects of life we have no control over.
The fear of failure, although, is what makes us stagnant and sad.
So even though I couldn’t see the future as clearly as before, I took the plunge in hopes that in the depths of fear and failure, I would come out feeling more alive than ever before.
If you feel lost, just take a deep breath and realize that being lost can be turning point of finding out who you truly are, and what you truly want to do.