Q is for “Quo vadis”, “where are you going?”.
Sometimes I wonder, if instead of “how are you doing?”, we shouldn’t be asking “where are you going?”. Not now, not practically, but rather as “what do you want to be, where is your journey taking you?”.
And “I don’t know” is a perfectly acceptable answer, I came to terms with that recently. Sometimes you don’t know where you are going, you are wandering around, and there is nothing wrong with that.
Sometimes, you know it, maybe you even always knew it: you have a clear goal, you are working hard toward it, with the commitment that only having an objective can give; if you are there, I envy you.
Some other times, you think you know it. I have been there, I thought my life was laying in front of me, perfectly planned, perfectly filled in all its compartments. Until I realised it was not perfect nor it was planned. And then, the only way is to pick up the shattered pieces of what could have been and it hasn’t and start looking for another direction.
Quo vadis? Sometimes I ask myself in the mirror (not in latin, though), and the answer is “Somewhere”.
Simply, I don’t know where that somewhere is.