The point is, sometimes you have no idea in what direction you’re headed, but you keep going anyway. Sometimes, miraculously, you end up in the right place. Sometimes it takes you fifteen years to get there, but you make it. And if you don’t? You hop in a cab. If you are lucky, you return with a good story. I used to be petrified of getting lost. I thought it was a sign that I’d failed. I never realized it might be one of my greatest accomplishments.
