I feel lost.
Not lost in my place in this world but lost in my direction forward.
I see now that the comfortable life involves not thinking about the meaning of your existence too much cause that is so far a painful and ironically meaningless path.
The burden of being free is that I can choose any path forward but I also carry the responsibility of choosing the right path. For my own selfish well-being of course.
I feel like there are so many adventures for me out there. But choosing more adventure also means once more cutting off the healthy roots that I have planted.
Life is short vs life needs meaning.
Or in translation: Do more adventures vs build something strong with people you care about.
You bring nothing to your grave. The concept of legacy is a lie. Time kills everything, even the very best.
So why bother finding all that meaning when you can just wander and get willfully lost? Discover all the edges of life and cherish being awakingly lost.
No responsibility. No brainwashing routines. No more pretending.
I wish that was me... And other days I am happy it is not.