I have been thinking quite a bit about what it means to have lost one’s way in life. I think of losing my way and what that might feel like, what it might look like. This is one of the great fears at 40. Probably at 45, too. And 50.
Losing your way looks like this: feet stomping about in the wilderness, no path underfoot. It’s hard working getting from here to there. There’s no easy way. Everything is unknown. Nothing is guaranteed. There is no evidence that anyone has come before, clearing that path you’re so sure will bring you comfort.
Or maybe it’s the complete opposite. Maybe losing your way looks like this: feet dragging slowly along a well-paved, worn-out road. It’s easy getting from here to there. There are few unknowns. There are many guarantees. There is ample evidence that this is the path that dozens of others have followed. It feels comfortable.
Maybe losing your way doesn’t look entirely like either scenario. Maybe losing your way is believing that your life has been reduced to just one. I think losing your way means losing your ability to see that life is more than just the moments upon which we choose to focus.
I do not believe that we can ever lose our way in life. No matter where you tread, there is always a path underfoot. It is your path.
Illuminate Possibilities 