Why I don’t have a grand vision

An admission: I don’t know where I’m going.

I have no grand vision in mind. I’ve tried and tried, and I can’t bring something true and meaningful to the front of my mind.

I can come up with visions — ways I might work, places to live, things to experience, how I might relate to my family — but it seems to be an alluring selection from the minds of others, rather than a compelling vision plucked from my own inner truth.

So I’ve sort of given up trying to find that grand vision.

But something that has become abundantly clear to me is this.

I don’t know where I want to get to, but I know when I’m going in the wrong direction.