When the Map Disappears
For as long as I can remember, I always had a plan. Until now.
It was crystal clear for me, concrete goals, concrete actions, concrete timeline. Now.. well, no. I have finished my studies, finishing my internship in 3 months, and I have no idea what the future holds. It’s like standing on the edge of the cliff, about to jump, but you cannot even see where you are jumping to. You just know it’s inevitable and eventually you will have to do this, but it doesn’t eliminate the fear. What does ?
The weirdest part is that I cannot even plan, as I did before. I’m trying to imagine what’s next, what I should do, and I can’t. In the past year the Universe has shown me that I can plan as much as I want, but eventually so many things happen in their own, serendipitous way, the one I couldn’t even think of. So, I figured that the best would be to choose my next best step rather than to outline everything. Making choices that make me a better, kinder and happier person today, every day. And believing that all the best plot twists are yet to come.
I guess, being lost is okay. Not being sure what your path is okay. Growing up, we’re being told: “You have to find your path, you have to know who you are and what you want”. And then suddenly you are a grown up, realizing there is no manual on how to live this life. So if you are in your twenties, navigating without a map, it’s okay.
Breathe in, breathe out.
You don’t have to have everything figured now. And sometimes, not knowing is the beginning of something better.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Étretat, France, 2025
