I have a compulsion to wander, to get lost. Sometimes I think this stems from the fact that I tend to feel lost mentally and emotionally—who am I? What am I doing with my life? What does the future hold? I can’t usually answer any of those questions, because there aren’t any concrete answers. But somehow being “lost” physically, or just being somewhere new, makes all of those insecurities and anxieties go away. None of it matters anymore. Not having the answers becomes a good thing, and a sense of freedom washes over me.
Being somewhere new means I have the opportunity to be anyone and do anything. Getting lost means I can focus on finding my way, or I can just surrender and let the world appear before me. Either option is exciting, and ultimately, I am living in the present moment and not thinking about what else is out there; there is only what’s in front of me.
Getting lost means I’m in for a surprise. I’ll either find something new or just find a new route to something old.I have come across some of the most awe-inspiring views and some of the most interesting places while wandering aimlessly. These are places I never would have seen if I stuck to a plan and a map. These are places no one talks about.
I am a firm believer in getting lost, and I will continue to do so. It’s one of the things that makes me feel alive, and one of the things that keeps giving me hope when I start to ask myself all of the big questions. No plans, no route mapped out, just getting in my car and driving, or picking a direction and walking. That’s my favorite way to travel and explore.
When’s the last time you got lost?