Lost.

I’m lost.
It’s hard to explain.
I don’t know what my “thing” is. I don’t have an idea of who I’ll grow to be. I don’t have an image in mind.
I don’t have the slightest clue.
I don’t know what my “where do you see yourself in ten years” is. I can’t fabricate or weave together a snapshot of my future.
I am lost.
But I’m finding myself.
I’ll get back to you in ten years.