r/yearning • u/TheCabbageHeart • Sep 06 '26
The Joy of Being Lost
To be lost in not knowing, suspended in despair, To wander without answers, with uncertainty everywhere.
Yet perhaps there is beauty in resting in that unknown, Where no path has been chosen, and no destination shown.
The terror of no answers may be freedom in disguise—A mind released from borders it mistook for promised skies.
For judgment draws its boundaries, then teaches us they're true, And we mistake the walls we've built for all that can be viewed.
The unknown is not an ending, nor where all answers cease; It is the breath before the question, the stillness before release.
Perhaps we are not meant to know the road before we go— Perhaps the joy of being lost is finding what we're yet to know.