expressed the exact way that they feel, and when they tell me this, my heart lifts.
i look at everyone else from the outside, of course, and just about everyone else seems so sure of themselves, so certain of their path. how nice, then, to find out that there are people just like me, struggling through each day with the feeling that they are wandering without a compass on a cloudy day where the sun offers no indication of which way is east, and which way is west.
on those days--which is to say, on most days--i take stock of where i am, and try not to spend too much time looking 