Being lost and wanderlust in my divine right. Let my parents argue with me about my direction. Let people judge me for what I have and have not accomplished. I refuse to feel anything but fire and life in my soul. If I have to take a few critiques to attain that then so it goes.
I have tasted happiness and so I refuse to settle for less. Let me wander or be lost until I stumble upon what brings a beaming smile and an impenetrable warmth to my heart. When I know, I'll know and that will be my starting point. But for now, I can proudly proclaim, I am a bit lost.