I feel lost because I do not know where I am going.
Does that even make sense?
The Cheshire Puss would have me walk until I get somewhere. But getting somewhere doesn’t make me less lost.
I could play with this. Mix a little metaphor and philosophy; Conclude with a paradox. Pseudo intellectual bullshit that would please Alice when she is big or small.
Now, I have cornered myself. If I cannot play with the “wherever you go, there you are” then I will have to get real and stop wondering about the wandering. Deal with the where I am instead of avoiding it with a digression about destination.
“I am in wander land.”