Yes, I’m confused about life just like everyone else. I get depressed, I struggle and I feel lost too, more often than you probably would imagine.
In fact, back in November of last year, I had a bit of a breakdown. That might be an understatement. It was actually quite a significant breakdown.
Despite having been traveling for 4 years as a merchant marine sailor, despite doing things like spending time in Venice, Mallorca, Croatia, Belfast, Dublin, Mexico, Turkey and more during the first half of my early stages of life…when November came around, nothing made sense to me.
I was placing intense personal pressure on myself, I had no answers to anything and every day I woke up with a ‘holy-crap-I-have-no-idea-what-I’m-doing’ kind of confusion.
And then, while in my home town, I suffered from a seizure as an added bonus. After moving into the first house I bought, things didn’t get much better and following a couple of more unfortunate incidents that occurred, I was officially more confused, frustrated and distraught than I had been in a long, long time.
When this happened, I just stopped what I was doing. I stopped everything. I stayed with my parents to try to figure myself out but I couldn’t. I could barely sleep at the time so I would just get out of bed at around 3:00am each day and go for a walk. Then I would sit around for hours on end doing nothing at all. Sometimes, when motivation struck for a few moments, I would try to think about every aspect of my life hoping to find some kind of clarity but that clarity never came.
The days passed and I felt as if I was going absolutely nowhere, making no progress at all, still feeling as completely confused about life as ever.
One day, after three weeks of this sitting around doing nothing, I finally made an important realization, interestingly enough, while eating a burrito.
I had gotten the urge to drive over to a small burrito shop, one that I eat from my home town. I ordered the same burrito I always order, filled my glass with the same sweet iced tea that I always fill my glass with and took a seat at the same table I always try to sit at. The main difference this time was that I was still fighting back tears every few minutes, something that would just hit me out of nowhere during this period of depression, and I wasn’t as eager, given my loss of appetite, to eat my burrito.
While waiting to see if I’d be able to actually eat, I started looking around the room, observing the other twenty or so diners in the restaurant. There were families, groups of friends, pairs of co-workers and a handful of other people eating alone just like me. I watched them all for around ten minutes, looking at their faces and observing their behavior and trying to figure out whatever I could about their lives.
And then I suddenly…burst out laughing. Before I knew it, I couldn’t stop laughing and believe me I tried. I stared out the window, bit my lip, pinched my thigh, closed my eyes and tried all sorts of ideas without any success.
At that very moment, I realized that the ‘answer’ I had been looking for was so simple that I had no choice but to laugh at my inability to have seen it earlier.
All along I thought I was looking for some kind of magical clarity. I thought I needed to find a way to get rid of the confusion and feeling of being extremely lost.
But as I looked around me in that burrito shop, I started to understand that every single human being feels confused and lost as well, over and over again throughout life. Nobody is exempt from these feelings, it’s all a part of the human journey.
So, being confused and lost is not so important, not such a big deal.