The Sacred Pause
I still remember the afternoon when I realized I was lost. Not on a road or in a city, but in the middle of my own life. I was sitting by the window, staring at a sky that felt too wide and too quiet, and for the first time in years, I couldn’t tell where I was heading. The plans I had made no longer made sense, the goals I had been chasing felt distant, almost foreign. It was unsettling, like waking up in a room where all the furniture had been moved overnight. At first, I thought something had gone terribly wrong. But I later learned something important: when you feel lost, it often means change is near. That sense of disorientation is not failure, it’s simply the discomfort of being caught between two realities: the one that is fading away and the one that hasn’t yet fully arrived. In that gap, a kind of misalignment appears. You no longer fit where you once stood, and yet the new ground hasn’t formed under your feet. It feels confusing, sometimes painful, but it’s also the sign th...