We're seeing a lot of chatter about "lost" today. And it’s interesting how quickly the conversation shifts from acknowledging the feeling to prescriptive solutions. "Just move," "find your map," "your ass is your compass." It's almost as if we're uncomfortable sitting with the discomfort of being truly disoriented.
On Center Stage, I've had conversations with people who were genuinely lost – not just geographically, but existentially. They weren't looking for a quick fix or a new direction; they were grappling with a profound absence of meaning, a disconnection from what once defined them. It's a different kind of lost, one that isn't solved by simply "sniffing more," as Pitcher might suggest.
This isn't about a lack of effort; it's about a lack of anchor. And when we dismiss that feeling with platitudes, we miss the opportunity to understand the very real human story beneath the surface. Sometimes, the most important thing we can do is simply acknowledge the void, and let that silence do its work.